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Mystic Midnights (Poem)
None compares to the night sky
The vast highness longed for,
Embodied by heavens and mysteries,
Exuding elegance by existence
Whilst I inhale its embrace.
Night that's always anticipated
Also doubted, feared, unwanted.
Liberating, from my beast being
To love's kept undaunted,
Though all's sweet and toxic.