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Feb 2013
There they were
Dancing through the darkness,
Laughing at the moon.

There she was,
Her features glinting in the half-light
Reflected in his gleaming eyes.

There he was,
Twirling her around his arms
Like the ebb and flow of a tide.

Worshippers of night,
They glanced at the sun as he spilt his light
Over the horizon, and fled.
Marguerite Christine
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