A starlit passage peregrinates the shattered souls in the night

To a destination where pen craft can be mastered with finesse

Poetry, the liberation of expression, a treasured human right

If only the pluperfect words would find their way to the poetess

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Daydreaming at night is a paradox of a strange usualness

My antemeridian thoughts left me in a state of pure dire

Yet the patronage of the serene cloudy sky removed all desire

To surrender forever, instead I'll ascertain to progress

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