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I like the feel of the night.
When gone is the warmth of the rays of sunlight.
When darkness is a blanket that surrounds me tight.
When the cold is not cold and I do not fight.
I like the still sensation.
When the moon's soft glow is my recreation.
When my hands feel every single blade of grass- every unknown vibration.
When the misty air has been reduced to condensation.
I like the darkness that covers the distance
When everything is void of no consistence.
When with it comes silence in existence.
When shadows are just shadows of no resistance.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
