good night, and the night sheds poetry
it's late at night, in the stomach of time, a room full of loneliness, self-delusion
rhymes teach sound, something neat, and poetry comes silently, very quietly
proclaim all, vague wishes, like raindrops, condensing on the window pane
for dreams are the wings of a bird, fluttering loose, in the night sky
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