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Her Dark Night

Dark
Night became exclusively pleasant.
Not lovely for another.
This night was for her distinguishable soul.

Was the air sweet or the moon romantic
Was it serene and accepting
Blissful or enchanted

Not this night.
For all men can own such verse.
This night was specific,
a telling of her grieving soul.
She related to the night song.
Nature's color became her explanation.
Draped around her
Was a similar atmosphere to the one developed inside her.
It was black, silent, and dead.
She owned the night.
Creation, a testimony of her experience.
Not for another.

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