A pink gray sky
no sleep dead heat
every few seconds
a car rolls down
the street like a sigh
like a slow-moving wave
and the star I thought
I saw was only a plane
and no birds sing
even though it’s more
morning than night
now I’ve watched
every single lonely hour
crumple and go on
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Wow…💫
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thanks!
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Cheer up dear C! Don’t let existence weigh too heavily on you! You’re writing about the kind of beauty that aches.
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Thank you for the kind words, Pola!
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Words are but coin dear one, their value depends on the giver. No problem!
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Wonderful
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thanks!
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That was how I spent my Sunday night/Monday morning.
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It’s rough
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The lonely hour crumpling is something I will remember.
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melatonin seems to help 🙂
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This hit me for some reason.
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