Between the cracks of the pavement
Humming and rumbling by
Like the subway below
Letting you know
That they exist
Keeping it quiet
Until moments where
Shadows can be seen
And it all takes shape
Unravelling, one-term
Leading questions
Into the night
Like the gloom that hung
Above your bed
Like some sort of hallow
Fit for someone long past dead
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We can never know the dark corners of worlds beneath our feet...
But you can feel it.
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