Nyctophilia

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She was a lover of the night,
Of paths clouded by mist,
And skies enveloped with the dark

She was a lover of coldness,
And how it bit onto her skin,
Making her feel alive

The light blinded her vision,
Pierced through her eyes,
Like a sword too sharp

So darkness became her friend,
Her shelter,
Her solace

She was a lover of darkness,
The stillness and the peace,
That came with it

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