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Jul 2012
The evening has arrived and the Sun has become weary                                                            
Goodnight                                                       ­                                                 
The stars have come to reclaim the deepest blue                                                             ­             
Speckling across the dark wide blanket of the cosmos                                                           ­           
Goodnight                                                       ­                                                   
The daylight has faded and your energy has been taxed                                                            ­      
Perhaps it was a productive day....                                                          ­                                          
                      ­                                    perhaps not
But the evening calls and the night follows                                                          ­                              
The mysticism and superstition is heralded by cricket calls                                                            ­  
Reality becomes enervated  now, rest your head on the pillow.                                                        
Nirvana inside of the null............................                                 ­                                                         
Finally­, Goodnight.
Devyn Batchelder
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Devyn Batchelder
   Moonlight Blossom
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