Odd, the way the night shines down upon you
When all you desire is sleep.
When people that you meet
Insist upon making themselves known.
How is it that the day shines like a diamond,
And hours last forever
Cheekbones pressed together
As the last ditch effort of god and the sun.
The smells of riches of woods in the eve
A hundred people talk but you
Failing to know what you said was true
Instinct hands the torch while emotions heave themselves into the gutter.
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