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love of night

night, all surroundin'

accentuatin' sources

of light, clad in ebon


belonging in dark

the smell of incense

soft, warm, ever calmin'

a black mothers hug


depth of mind

nightime; muse of mine

depth like the midnight ocean

i go for a swim

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