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Oct 2012
There he goes in the midst of the night,
creeping quietly, silently out of sight.
He disappears without a trace,
he's just a stranger without a face.
Running away from tears and pain,
running towards something to gain.
There he goes, swift as flight,
creeping quietly into the night.
Megan Galema
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