DRIVING INTO DANGER

Green verge and pale blue river flow,

No fewer than seven 
and at most three hundred 
and sixty five days,
whether the need to bathe
necessary or not marks advent,

in the darkness of the night as I flee from sleepless bed traveling unseen by eyes careful footsteps not heard by ears spirits of darkness chilled my skin slipping by with mournful cries yet I can hear the pain within of souls tormented in the night darkness may hide their tears and clutched pillows muffled cries still although the pain escapes slipping out into the night quickly I would flee away close my ears into the cries lock my feelings within my heart still darken my soul from within look not to the light of day when the dark shadows will flee away for once again in dark of night the

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