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NIGHT WALK
In this night I think of you
In this night I feel the sharpness of the moist grass
as with heavy determination
I walk through the midnight blue shadows of dusk
My breath inhales the fog
and with each pace - and breath - my body wanes until I am one with the brisk night air
and penetrate the forestry green mould
in search for your coffin
to rest there tonight
in this night with you
in this night with death
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