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The one that doesn't rhyme at all

Darkness spreads so does the silence
silence appearing ceaseless just before the discord
shimmering colors that are unattainable;
dreams unbelievable in the day's light
traffic too dissolving into the stillness
driving in the breeze
which curls through my hair
strangely symbolizing freedom
the joy of thinking nothing
just brushing the fresh air
all seeming to stay forever
the moon throwing a dim light through the dark
inviting dormancy to the slumber-land
night's dream intoxicating the negatives
the most wonderful feel without,
being conscious of the feel
darkness is not all that dark after all
reality in its most unrealistic form
shattering the doors of the impossible

nothing...just had a wonderful ride :)
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