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as a lost child you sink into the cold grasp of the night reaching out its the dark that gives out its hand, grasping you in its platform of endle..

a spotlight reveals wonders, dancing and glittering unraveling in swirls, one lost in their own world, entranced entranced as colors bright, ..

reiterating the air carrying with it the silent whispers it always does, and like ghosts they swirl around each and everyone, the air polluted ..

the stars at night do nothing but gaze...one sleeps in solitude the mind wrapped in wonderthe body in grace.

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