![]() After NightA Poem by Stefon NapierThe steps rise all night. Away from the world and it's façade. Where there's a little light left, you are born. At first it's simple. Live before you die,
but there's peril where there's no mistakes. People, they know how to cry. Light their cigarettes and bring ashes to funerals.
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7 Reviews Added on May 31, 2013 Last Updated on May 31, 2013 Author![]() Stefon NapierBoca Raton, FLAboutEncouragement and advice go a long way, perhaps even more so than writing. more..Writing
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