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June 17, 2009 2 comments

A quiet dark night and a dark mind,

Filling the space around does he find.

Toss and turn and try to contemplate,

Of hell and heaven at an hour too late.

The twain are deceptive, metamorphose,

As does he, and the thought, his prose.

The written or the writer, whichever he may be,

‘Is the night dark or is it just me?’

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