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Night
Through the open window of the room poured the night,
open air summer, hot and thick.
Wrapped me.
I turned on the lamp.
Waiting for me to sit down large, a fat, velvety night butterflies.
Bringing letters and happiness.
No them.
For those who do not know it, they are gone.
Night, quiet, got darker and darker, remained.
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