It's Still 12a.m.

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Votes 78
Parts 52
Time 18m

Reads 217
Votes 78
Parts 52
Time 18m

As the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths of my soul.
    
    In this sacred space, I, merely a wordsmith, wove verses from the tapestry of existence. 
    
    Welcome, dear reader, to this world of poetry that I've crafted from the essence of a single word. Within these verses, though brief, I aspire to elevate your spirit, to awaken your imagination, and to let your dreams soar higher than ever before.
    
    Will join me on this Odyssey?
    
    - AZNAll Rights Reserved

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As the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths of my soul.
    
    In this sacred space, I, merely a wordsmith, wove verses from the tapestry of existence. 
    
    Welcome, dear reader, to this world of poetry that I've crafted from the essence of a single word. Within these verses, though brief, I aspire to elevate your spirit, to awaken your imagination, and to let your dreams soar higher than ever before.
    
    Will join me on this Odyssey?
    
    - AZN

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