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Back to Orange and Black (Free verse) by winniss Spheres of orange, glowing lights, dance a
blaze across a mystical night.
Sweeping brooms and pointed tipped hats,
fiery emerald eyes of blacken cats.
Crystal moon glazing light, bring shadows to
the night.
Childhood memories tingling down my spine,
dripping off a candle and melting into
time.
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