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Jun 2014
At night the thoughts linger a little bit longer.
Not like during the day....
They can play pretend in the sun.
But in the darkness they disappear.
They capture the good thoughts.
They corner them.
They take over.
The evil inside spills out.
I guess, at night things change.
At night things are free.
But not me.
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
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