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Jan 2015
Late at night she walked outside
There wasn't a sound;
Not even a cricket in sight.
She pulled out her lighter and lit her cigarette.
The click of the lighter echoed through the dark cold night.
She looked up above as the moon shined bright;
Surrounded by stars;
She gazed at all the time;
But this time there was something different;
When she looked up she felt a twinkle in her eye.
Kayla R Vaitkunas
Written by
Kayla R Vaitkunas  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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