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by dokurtybitz


Dawn comes along,
A gradual cessation
Of the night’s orchestra,
Details slowly resolve
Into shadows
And shapes,

Her face
Rising over the horizon,
As i flee
To my dark crypt,
To hide
And perhaps,
Sleep

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