Come the night,
moths banging on the ceiling light,
its heart beating in unison
its bosom
caving the crickets
and the only stars in the thickets
the fireflies
I am a man of habits I got to this conclusion because I flash-realised that I am hoping that someone, someday will see the patterns the rou...
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