standing abused
often warned about the dangers
those midnight strangers
When the darkest shadow overhangs
we cry in anguish
through the air only
can we liberate the lonely
To take the edge off
to dig out of the trough
to paste the pieces
relief the creases
Beuaty of the dark
is the night song
Labels: AP English 2009
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