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The Night
I sit quietly,
patiently.
As the evening fog comes rolling in.
Tonight, change is in the air.
Longing lungs fill with
sweet sweet oxygen.
Purging ourselves
of all things
from the past.
patiently.
As the evening fog comes rolling in.
Tonight, change is in the air.
Longing lungs fill with
sweet sweet oxygen.
Purging ourselves
of all things
from the past.
Katherine H. Belle
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
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