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Jan 2013
"To hell with the day," she said.
For the sun hides the stars, the moon, and the dark.
Why must we run from the night?
That's when we can be most alive!
Shimmering stars are our party lights,
we mourn the moon but it gets lonely, too.
I see more demons during the day.
To hell with the sun.
I'll be friends with the night.
Kendra Gibson
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