impromptu poetry/ nighttime

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The darkness begins creeping in
And it can't be stopped
The sun's going down
Behind the mountains
Fire erupts across the sky
A moment of peace
Then darkness
Pitch black darkness
Sometimes there's stars and a silver moon
But other times
There's just the dark
And nothing else can be seen
And it just feels
Isolating
Sometimes

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