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Nov 2018
I always preferred the night
The darkness over light
Yet I lie full of grief over the setting sun and all its might

I bury my body into this bed
Teeth aching from dread
Hands burdened with the weight of this heavy head

Until there is no trace of sorrowful sunlight
Only darkness adorned with graceful starlight
The moon will illuminate my soul and carry me into the night
Written by
BEK
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   alan b
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