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the night was a gentle soul, captured in a glass jar, breathing softly.

the night was an incomplete fragment of life, stirring in all its enigmatic charisma, trying to whisper words that failed her.

the night was a lover eloping with the daylight, but falling back to her mother's breast when the stars were too bright for her maiden eyes.

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