Midnight

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Not even a yawn comes to me as I sit in an illuminated room

The clock is ticking my life away; I’ll be old very soon

But something about that certain time of night

When it’s really the morning, but not quite

It draws me to its peaceful essence

I’m the only one whose presence

Is noted in the sight

Of midnight

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