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Smoking at Midnight;
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Praying for the answers, she wondered
Why the sky matured at night
Like souls full of vice dimmed at sight
Ethical of empty behavior
Ego overwhelmed those memories
Artifacts of last night’s dreams were astray.
When answers brought more questions
Searching for stars, sequenced constellations
Her sight escaped toward the night sky,
Into its never-ending glamour
Only to find those questions alike—
Infinite sentimentality—
Disguised by minutes that had just passed. ⠀
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