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Deep Underground


The heat and humidity seek silence.
Blue tints shift into glints.

Street lights jut into the air like sentinels without a care
For who is there.

Moth beats against the dying of the light
Tonight.

Crisp cool moon shines bright.

I am in the bosom of the universe thinking of verse
In the emergence

Of

Creeping things
like bat wings.
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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In a cool jeweled moon...
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