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No one can say with absolute conviction that there really isn't anything sinister, temporarily muted, and melted into the tall-growing shadows around midnight...
When there's no one else around — since our dear ones and neighbours all have already drifted 'too' far down the deep current of nothingness; occupied with exchanging yesterday's disappointments with hopes of better tomorrows — to hear us gasp.
When our painful screams drown in irrelevance as it echoes back from an unlit house, and the next, and then another house after that, while it all becomes hazy as we limp past and even the last of the dimmer lamps on a deserted street chooses to look the other way...