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Mar 2016
The girl liked the night.
The tranquility, the purple-hued city,
the deep dark darkness.

Those bought the girl calmness.
She loved darkness more than anything.
Isn't lovely? How silent it is in the dark.
raicyd
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raicyd  F/Elsewhere
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