I like mysteries.
I do not fear the dark.
I do not cower from pain.
No, I run from the light.
That exposing brightness.
Shining from pores and eyes and photo lenses.
I shrink and melt in the sun.
Praying for twilight.
So I can slink away.
Even though, like a fly, I am drawn back, against my will.
Shivering and sweating.
Afraid.
Mind empty.
Stuttering away.
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