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[aid] => mick
[title] => Late in the Night
[time] => 2019-10-02 04:19:15
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I stand listening
in the still silence
of my darkened window
waiting for the sound
of foot steps falling
on dry autumn leaves
listening...
shifting nervously
as the hours slowly drip
from the pendulum
trickling down
to pool
around my feet.
No sound
No shadow
/'/neath the moon light
dancing across
the untrimmed grass
to whisper a hint
at who follows behind.
Only a silence
so deep
it seems unbroken
by the call
of a distant owl.
The two seem two meld
into one
lonesome anthem
resounding
through the smallest
fibers of my body.
No foot steps
No crushing leaves
No sign of her
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[informant] => Nightwolf
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