This Night

This night

That is so much like all the others except
For the way the wind whispers
And the way the trees tell
All the stories that they have been hiding
And the secrets that slipped through their snares

This night
That is not like the others at all
Because nothing is standing between us
No secrets or lies
No breath and no touch
No word and no person
No time

This night

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