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There were diamonds in the sky
Pinholes in the fabric of the night
Black velvet darkness punctured by points of light
Stars whispered their presence
like ligaments supporting purpose and essence
so very unique in their brilliance
and the platitudes of life endured
with personal ills to be cured
emotions that pierced daily duties for sure
he accepted the fear of reality
that stalks the night and steals
the comfort of peaceful sleep
As the flower of love was rendered
fatefully shy and in silence heard
fully exposed to feelings whispered
feelings facing a fusillade of words
stunning the mind when heard
and hitting like a jab unfurled
words breaking the barrier of silent lips
as time relentless quietly slipped
through his grasp and fingertips
he hoped to score while covered in illusion
searching for wisdom and passion
to create verses unique in their fashion
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