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"Alright, it'll be nice to have you there." Frances said with a nod. Well now he had to figure out if the others would be alright with him the way he was, but things were looking up. But before he started heading to any stores, there was one last thing.
"By the way, you said you write poetry, would it be alright if I heard some of it?" He asked.
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Kazy gets up and walks to the stage.
"Night follows me like a shroud," she says.
The darkness celebrates me, and I embrace it
For I have known little but the dark.
Still. Calm. No joy, but no sadness.
I am. And little more.
But light comes to me now. Shrouded in darkness
and the darkness cannot hide the light
Not for long.
Not for real.
And so I let the light in. And find joy. And the darkness...
Cannot claim me."
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Frances would clap along with the crowd as Kazy told her poem. Although he had a good idea that this was more of a personal story almost.
When she returned Frances would say "You have a knack for words, Kazerabet." He said. He would stay for a few more minutes for some small talk with Kazy till he said "Well, I better go help out the others with their shopping. We'll be holding our gathering at the Azer Dorm relatively soon. Till then-" he started doing a slight bow. "I hope to see you there." He said his goodbyes for now as he would head out of the coffee house, making note of where it was, he would be returning here often that's for sure.
[This is my last post for here, though I will probably like to see the coffee house be a side thread someday.]
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