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Some flee the night…
I embrace it,
It is my kingdom.
Only in its
Foggy folds can I
Hide
My favorite secrets…
Well tucked
Between a
Longing sigh and
A cheek-blushing
Whisper…
And I revel
In all the sweet
Little nothings
That keep reminding
Of you.

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Description for the visually impaired; Trees’ silhouettes taken from my back balcony, late after sunset.