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The night is alive.
It is pulsing, beating breathing.
Every inch, every motion
May be the last. ~excerpt from poem
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The night is alive.
It is pulsing, beating breathing.
Every inch, every motion
May be the last. ~excerpt from poem
Art and Design Commons, Creative Writing Commons, English Language and Literature Commons