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The meaning of the night

As I cannot paint I write about the meaning of the night… And being poor I draw my colours off the shadows in the meadows of Tomorrow. Monsters living in a dream color touches on my lips passing secrets with

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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