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the night is a restless thing.

wrapped in shadows, who are you when the light of day evaporates and the cool evening air beckons you to run recklessly under the moonfire sky? what does the midnight stillness stir in you? does it beg for the search of a new beginning somewhere, a budding, brash adventure before the break of day? for the night carries me echoes of your trailing laughter streaming out behind you on the wind as you run forever just outside the edge of my sight.
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Jun 20, 2011
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