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Aug 2014
The night is mine, it's darkness my own
It doesn't question my moves
It leaves me peacefully alone
For in the day I wonder
For in the day I wander
Aimless,  hopeless and oh so plain
Ah! But the night is magical
Possibilities lurking in every shade
Just me and the world, no pretense
Just me and myself,  finally making sense.
In the daylight I slog, far too uncaring
In the night I'm almost graceful, beautifully daring
So I split the day, divide it into parts
These slots of sunlight,  one for each shard
Of my hidden abilities, my overriden self
To carry into the dark , when I delve in myself
And this is how I set my nights ablaze
I call the darkness my own but still light up the grays
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