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I step out
Into the darkness
A passing mist
Gently brushes my skin
And dances
Across my cheek.

I dare not wipe it away,
For fear
Its magic could
Quite quickly disappear

So I let it linger,
Color the starkness
Caressing me,
I savor this wicked sin
Like a lover’s kiss,
It is what I seek.


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