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OBSCURE by J'ai Antonette
the street lamps flickered
the storm was coming
the trees moved
to the rhythm of wind
litter spun above the ground
a ballet of bags pirouetting
the howling grew stronger
shadows swayed more intense
playing tricks with my good senses
being in darkness
being alone
the surreal image more biting
shrouding the view of all I have known
casting thoughts of an unhappy ending
an eclipse during a storm
is a chance appearance
a fluke, a once in a lifetime thing
and when it is over
the day that just ended
beams brightly all over again
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