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Nightly Norm

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Evening mists started to rise-
Rising for the deed of
Supplying the morning due.

Night masked the name
Of sun-filled days, only
Hiding as cold wind blew.

The shadow that never
Fails to remain-
Of the Self deemed true.

‘Twas the nightly norm-
If memory serves,
As it will always do.





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