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Night Next to Day
The rustle of the leaves in the air so dark
The black color of the autumn falls
The whistle of the wind, cool and covert
The striking chill, or lack thereof
The brightness of the moon that shines dull
The freshness of the invigorating air
The comeliness of the sky in bloom
The absence of invalid existence
The want for peace and quietude
The calmness and almost everlastin...
Friday 2nd February 2018 3:13 am
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