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Don’t pass judgment on me, until you’ve resurrected my pain and feel what flows through me each day.

In the dead of the night,
I whisper so soft, calm and tender.
In the dead of the night,
the moon whispers songs of endless splendor.
In the dead of the night,
dreams fade into a deep, dark, blender.
In the dead of the night,
I stand alone in the cold and shiver.

Categories: Poetry
Tags: #Life

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