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Edge of darkness
Not quite the light
Dusk's forlorn
with night's teardrop
A bit of darkness
in the earl' night sky.

Coming insecurity
Let go of your maturity
Child's senses real purity.

The tingling in the inner eye.
Spine shivers as night draws
ever near'

The quiver of heartfelt courage
instilled in childhood.
Now but a nightmare
The cupboard monsters
wall ghosts.
Stories abound
by many hosts.

By DavidRankinLymn

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