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Thieves
Thieves lurk in shadows,
Waiting for my eye to turn,
My awareness to slip into fault.
To come and sweep me off my feet.
Stretching shadows until they break,
And dreams come flowing through,
As my eyes become heavy,
With need for the shadows to fall upon me,
And take me into a land so perfect,
To come and steal my night away.
By: Bethany Maxwell
April 26,2010
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