Midnight is rising, your eyes adjusting on a sullen, distant and persistent moon. the shadows are thickets, they swarm with frogs and crickets, droning a collective tone. once you get lost in it there's no need for turning back, twilight has pulled you in strong just like that. the weather shifts and something triggers your legs to carry on. Why
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prison bars melt,
come a little closer,
warm again and soft as felt,
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