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It Was Blackest Night

From behind clouds
of steel
occasional moonlight blinked
sporadically translucent

on scattered patches of shimmering snow

We were isolated in the parked car
listening to the Doors
stoned and laughing
at tall, rhythmic grass as it danced

madly in headlight/night

She
was the golden key
which set me free
to SEE undreamed vistas of love and hope and shining light

driving darkness from my sight 

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