Late Night

Late Nights

The lines become blurred as darkness…

Tired. Finished working a bit ago — sleeping soon. Check back tomorrow for a special moment. Poem written just now:

As darkness defines my inner fears,

My lost causes and memories dear–

Do I dream of waking?

Or am I sleeping?

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