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Night (Life Poem)
Night moves slowly…
…a black treacle river of sensuous expectation
Night moods bright…
…as electric rush replaces grey day tedium
Night magic stardust...
...as lovers’ eyes lock in promise of passion
Night meets sunrise...
...as hopeful singles slink alone to empty beds
poem
by
Ian Beckett
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