The night

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You are the blind  starry night that evokes my imagination at its reappearance.
A fear of the surprise that you bring along every dawn that questions my inability to make out your suprise

It is one that you know, at this certain time my unobservant mind takes it's toil because fear has over crept my ability to think. The night brings the darkest yet heart racing mysteries that I yearn to uncover

It's impaired, but why does my eagerness prey on confirming your deepest darkest secrets maybe it's in hopes or the closure, acceptance and connection that I might find with you

But I never will, will I? Because you don't trust me. I render myself powerless to prove to you that I deserve your trust. I lack the motivation nor the serenity to accept things out of my will and discomfort

But for the sake of you and I
will be patient as so I can unravel what you have installed for me tonight. In all hopes. Let it be the beauty of the night

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