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A sniper was around. 
I did not want to rush 
and kiss the jessamine. 

Last night, it was a 
retributory offer 
to put off the candle. 

I am here to stay 
for prudence, speaking 
the dialect of the nameless. 

I survive the fetishes 
of light. O unknown, I 
live in darkness. 

Moon was my solemn- 
pledge. I had always stayed 
in the house of truth.