Midnight

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Midnight forever will be my most cherished moment.
A breeze no winter or spring could bring so crisp and pure.
As my eyes heavily set a wave of comfort ripples by.
Leaving me at ease completely present in the moment.
A subtle hint of fragrance lingers in the air it's intoxicating.
Cautious my mental is at war with itself you see  nights like so are rare.
One wrong move I'll slip into a deep subconscious state.
Wary I lay awake in my tar black room simply listening to passing cars.
Selfishly inhaling as much fragrant mist blown into the room without warning.
Midnight symbolizes the essence of what life essentially is.
Are you truly living if you do not seize to appreciate what is bestowed upon you?

~11:59

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