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Midnight

October 20, 2010
By Anonymous

Midnight is the darkest hour
But from it spawns the most beautiful flower
It's when the moon is directly overhead
It's when most people are sleeping in bed
I'm up though
Sitting on a cloud
Watching stars go by
Away from the huge crowd
I'm floating there
Thinking of her
Where is she?
Is she still filled with color?
These questions keep coming back to me
They make my head spin
But I let them all go
And be carried by the wind


The author's comments:
For the girl I lost to the knife and the other who I lost to the car.

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