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Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Haunted

Sex and beauty haunt the night

A net of dreams around me hides
Reality from prying eyes

Death and secrets shed no light

What can be said
What will be done
What is and isn’t
Both are one

The dark will silence every voice

Silence speaks
Where words would whither
The answer is silence
When there’s no reply

The night is waiting
for your choice…
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