Young in the Night

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Young in the night
Silent and dark
Horizon line disappears
Space fills every crevice
Each star, a glimmering hope
The moon, a beacon of the night
No troubles, no burdens
Only thought
Flooding the depths of psyche
Laughing and running through trees
Adrenaline and friends
Heighten the experience
To its full extent





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