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May 12
Night came,
stole her away.
It slipped in through a slit in the light,

The stranger, pale and grey,
with unfamiliar rudeness wrapped
tight boney fingers around her neck.

Then she was gone.
Now we both are captives
of the night.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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