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Dark Angel (by Kari)
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The night seemed to open up for her
as romantic streams of light caressed the street.
Her form still, small and framed in a certain kind of glory.
The darkness danced around her
afraid to touch what it could not have.
How I longed to leave the quiet warmth of my room
and go into the night
to be her.
But I knew instinctively that the night would not hold that same romantic feeling for me.
I had been there before.
It was never for me to see that kind of light.
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