a noiseless night
the city's dead
but hardly anyone sleeps
the chat is up, we meet again, two hours apart
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Poem/s
Poetrypoems, maybe. *** yes, i can't sleep still. yes, i miss her still. yes, i think my heartbreak will end me soon.
night in August
a noiseless night
the city's dead
but hardly anyone sleeps
the chat is up, we meet again, two hours apart
