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does the sun really fall
the sane way over and over again?
can the moon rise
the way they did before again?
it's nighttime again,
and it's painful to leave the desk alone.
it's nighttime again,
and it's difficult to close the eyes of the wonderer.
it's nighttime again,
and it never occurred oh-so-quickly.
it's nighttime again,
so good night.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poesiat h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
