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It's Midnight Again
I linger in the quiet

That's all there is.

The moon makes no sound,

the air is still.

There's just me here,

Wondering why the night


Or perhaps it's me, lamenting


Your demise.

A Poet Who Loves To Sing

By Cynthiaapwlts

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