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Sep 2016
She came alive
Out in the dark
Waltzing among the trees
Treading lightly
On a blackened path
The night, it set her free
I watched
As she absorbed the stars
And held the memory
Of the girl
So at home in a place
I could barely even see
the Voice Without
Written by
the Voice Without  among the cornfields
(among the cornfields)   
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