She overestimated the time she had when she said she had none.
Upon chasing the monotonous second hand of the ever ticking clock
She realised that soon from her seconds she will have gone.
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Uncertain Certainty of Midnight Thoughts.
PoetryAll my best thoughts come to me wrapped in the silence of the night. They, like the stars, can only be seen and documented when the world sleeps and the sky is black.
