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falling
comes the time
comes the night
falling
towards the freedom
that comes
when the rest of the world
sleeps
silence
stretching forth
devouring
embracing
bathing in beauty
simplicity
in all its grace
whispers
of yesterday
linger
in the breath
of a well
chosen word
reflections
of the random
hint at
a peripheral
memory
in the corner
of a broken thought
eye of the storm
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