Poetry

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Prose Poem

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Evenings and nights are quiet, like some silent and dark forests that you don’t want to venture into. Perhaps, you want to venture into them, but must put up with the quiet and the dread along the way. The quiet and the dread plod with you along the way as you enter the forests, and poke at you, some disturbing questions — Is the solitude tormenting your mind, or is…