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Night

 

Night is creeping in

No one is safe

Though we try to hide our faces

From the blinding darkness.

It crawls into every crevass.

In the cry of a new born child

And the clouded eyes

of a jaded man.

 

The night resides

In my own soul

Tightening its black grip

On my pure white neck

Choking the girl

That was me.

 

 

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