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The Night, by Blake Wall
The night is a thief, its shadows, hiding places and the moon its prying eye. They that walk under its boughs are in dismay, for who knows what in sleeping corners lie. All…
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Brought Home
the noise has died down it’s quiet all around not a sound as I lay here i can’t see stars i feel no sun i am undone in this darkness all that time……
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Your Memory Becomes Mine
Everything in your world Becomes part of my world Your memories and emotions Your wishes, dreams and desires There once was a separation I wanted to fill and connect To see things like…
