Ten

I’d like to

think that I’m

not the only out

late enough, I

know I’m the

one up

late enough.

 

It’s always a

silent night when

I can silence my

thoughts, and for

another day before

before the bed

may sate my craving

for star gazing and

this nights even, of

luminescent clouds

like this amber

ember tinted

smoke.

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