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Creature of the Night

A creature played in the darkness of my night
He let me rest and lay
Watched as I cradled, braked, tossed and turned
As my dark dreams fought and played
Waited for me to stir and wake
​And gently blew fragrances over my grey face
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  • About
  • Poetry I
  • Poetry II
  • Poetry III
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  • Blog of Words