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Feb 2021
White tendrils of morning smoke
Flee before a rising sun
Frost solid in darkness awoke
That night's sanctuary done.

Remember the magic in night
You, hidden from harsh light
Of day, company found in peace
Under full moon, if it'd never cease.

Oh where's it gone the moon
A full sky through different tune
Black melting, streaks on a wall
White rising, wafting out the hall.
Kai
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Kai  29/M/San Francisco
(29/M/San Francisco)   
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