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In the darkness, the cold wind howls
Trying desperately to get in, to claim
I listen quietly, hoping she’ll leave
Still, I hear her whispering my name
Come outside and dance, my friend
She calls to me, again and again
It’s much too dark out there, for me
I’d rather stay inside, within
There’s no deterring her taunting
She whips up a tempest, her war
The sounds she makes are haunting
My soul follows hers, evermore
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 