Midnight
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At
The stroke
Of midnight
I awaken
From my deathly tomb
To walk under the moon
I love the velvet darkness
The call of the sad whip-poor-will
I have been departed long ago
A hundred midnight's at the stroke of twelve
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November 11, 2015
Poetry/Etheree/Midnight
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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