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Mar 2013
The creatures of night are creatures of habits
Whenever there is no light
No one knows what happens
Whenever it is dark
The secrets are stored away
Nothing is figured out
Nor completed
The creatures of day
Everyone knows what is going on
They have no habits
Nothing can be hidden
For there is everything to see in the light
Only the shadows can be mysterious and charming to hide
The alter ego of man kind is frightening yet beautiful
Cat A
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