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I sat here
Under the ebony sky
This pitch-black nothingness
And a heart full of sickness

I found some wood
I had a lighter in hand

I started a fire
The insects came
To dance around it
Much to my amusement

People came
Friendly smiling people

They sat around
This fire I made
They sat around
And talked to me

I must have been strange
To these beautiful people

A hat in the hot night
Woven pants on dirty ground
Shirtless and covered
In mosquito bites

I had been there for a while
Longer than I remember

Gravitating towards the heat
A heat that reflects my heart
A raging fire of anger and sorrow
More welcoming than repelling

And so they came
These strangers in the night

No dramatic questions
No prying eyes of judgment
Just a "hi" and a "hello"
To break the silence in my life