The Night

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The night creeped into her skin

Burrowing until it hit bone

Comfort filled her veins

The stars sparkled

The constellations danced

Wishing upon a star

Her eyes tightly closed

Hoped for love

Wrapped like a present

With a big bow on top

The kind of love that fills

Your veins

Creating a feeling of euphoria

The kind of love that seeps

Into the darkest crevices of her mind

Making it known she is loved

The kind of love that pours

Like rain

Fast and powerful

She opens her eyes

To find a boy

Standing down by the lake

"Go to him" the stars' cry

"Dance with him" the constellations sing

Like a ghost

He vanishes into the darkness

That is the first time

She has ever hated the night

For it did not

Love her back the way

She loved it 

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