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Night Strains


And night's regales ascend infinity|

Tranquil battalions march forth hostility|

Scenes of yonder bewilderment transport domestic legacies|

left uncharted penetrated in ruins|

Brewing rivers with honey residue|

The taste leaves a covet trait|

The burn is a degree of pain|

Shadows lurk in the cave you once dwelled|

Abstract forms morphing to each thought|

Illusions replace the vision you once sought|

And yet we think of ways to say|

That what we once fled is only a nightmare away|

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