Likely a Sponge, I have become
They are Vigour sucking
They let it out, out on the sponge
Ugly moist, it continues to trickle
Until it is a spring
Until it is an ocean
Forever lost into the void
Blackness continues to seep
It is porous
I stretched myself
Into emptiness
Transforming all of their darkness
Letting all go of what I have absorbed
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