Nighttime Begs
In the night air is a breath, It breathes into life existence, There a daunting, there haunting, Rules the nighttime which, Exists formally for reason of, A definite air transpires, Wasteful, aground, egregious, Tears falling down a face, Reveal there upon itself, Something was replaced!
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