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The sleek fox of soul
slips through the forest
seeking for the wandering soul
to fall for the trap
No matter how smart they think they are
love is such an enticing excuse
to fall in
Yet the promise is as hard to keep together
as cloud
The night is too long
The sleeky knows that
the traces would be covered by the darkness
except the moon
which sees everything but doesn't bother to tell
Sometime the sleeky only finds the sleek shadow
climbing up the moonlight till the dawn
following the moving stars
but not dreaming at all
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