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Before birth, there is naught but the darkness-- the darkness in the warmth of mother’s womb, the darkness that pulses through my veins, as my gypsy journeys begin with syncopated rhythms drumming a song of life within the darkness. Later, days are consumed by the darkness-- the darkness within my soul, soaking up the darkness in the Devil’s domain. With gloom tattooed across my face, a frazzled thread of hope tries to escape those who embrace the darkness. At the end, there is naught but the darkness-- the darkness of my tomb, chilled to the bone in the darkness. All those wine-soaked parties and my nocturnal wandering have, in the long run, left me eternally pondering the darkness. Author’s note: The Samisen is an enchanting poetry form named after a Japanese three-stringed musical instrument. A brief definition and more examples can be found at the following link: http://www.writing.com/main/newsletters/action/archives/id/1925
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