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Mar 25
If only the night could hear
As it is my only solace to all I bare
No sound, No words spoken
But the night knows even if it doesn’t show it

I sit alone hoping for it to swallow me
To hide me in it’s cold embrace from eyes who see
And yet, here I wait for the night, even though it’s already here
The night doesn’t wait, nor does it feel
Opal Black
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Opal Black
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