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the roads we travel...

The Night Calls

 

I was born on a Winter storm

filled with lightning, in

a room of emptiness, alone,

naked, with blood flowing from

riotous guitar beats.

Trouble was my given name.

 

Life is funny, twisted, with

many false destinations, but

this road has led me to you,

and a mind filled with imagination;

imagining a night with a full moon,

realizing I am the night, dark,

mysterious, yet holding stars,

galaxies, nebulae, a blanket of

wonder that I cover you with.

 

Life may be strange, way

too brief, yet within this limited

existence, I wander, and want you

to know just how much

I love you so!

Aztec Warrior/redzone 1.10.2026

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    1. There’s a sense of vastness to this. From the galaxies to the winter storm…and love at the end. I would say this is a powerful poem, my friend

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