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Je Suis La NuitThe night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadows
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol
I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the smoke of the burning barbecue and smile,
In concrete ginels, behind green gardens.
The stars are my hair-jewels, the moon my fan
The fading reflections from office windows are my dresses
The lipstick I flaunt is the red of cars hurrying home,
My perfume, the river at the end of the day
I prowl without prey, in the shivering anticipation
At the wind-down, in the high before sleep
My spotlight is the amber moon, over bare branches and shingles
My people, my subjects,
Are the quie
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