The night is always
more than the day
the unseen
weighing more
heavily
yet subtly
the quick creasing
of a bat’s wing
a dull red speck
that might be Saturn
the implication
of the doubly-stilled lake
I wish I had stayed
to swim in these expanses
but now it’s late Monday,
the maple leaves
are wilting on the trees,
stale sun, full heat,
and I’m here
if you want me–
OPTIONAL POETRY 
First passage is awsome , really impressive , best of luck for your upcoming poetries C
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thank you!
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I really like how the images shift and takes one with them. Way to go! (y)
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thanks!!
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Wonderfully expressed!!😃
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thank you!
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