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Tonight, the night is seemingly in fright,
Thus philosophers of the dark,
Whom the light can not parch,
Enlist in a hidden climbing march,
Depart to secure obscurity’s park.
Is this a self-portrait?
Will it last another night?
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  • Frederico Vicente