All those autumn nights, hoping light will eventually find me.
But all I could see from my window was the dark ominous sky,
Naked without bright and beautiful stars.
And big fat owls staring at me creepily
Waiting for my fall, waiting for my demise.
And what did I do?
Still waited.
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