Umbra is the darkest part of the shadow

Hey all,

And by all, I mean the less than 10 people who read this.

These isn't a new piece, but ons that I quick posted on Facebook.

I didn't want to lose it again so here goes!

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It's three am and all is well.
The fan whispers in the silence,
with a hiss tick hum, hiss tick hum.
Drowning out a cacophony of silence
with a hiss tick hum, hiss tick hum.

It's three am and all is well.
My fingers dance over a quilt of faded red,
patched and stitched, worn and ripped.
I curl beneath it, my stalwart shield,
patched and stitched, worn and ripped.

It's three am and all is well.
Darkness is my canvas, dreams my chalk.
Colors in the umbra, rainbows in the night.
Masterpiece past recognition, immaculate
Colors in the umbra, rainbows in the night.
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