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The Night's Embrace
He came to me with open arms his windy voice a whisper lustily dancing on my deaf ears though I turned him away several times with cutting remarks the Night's arms remained open I think back that he felt my pain that his darkness was something we shared for though I danced about gaily in the nude glitter falling from my words he saw the emptiness in my heart and longed for innocent eyes to behold his ebony beauty and remark upon the stars therein and the brightness of the moon which is, after all, his soul.
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