my body has run
out of steam
but caffeine
pumps through my chest
wanting
release
what is it about night-time writing?
not being able to stop
the whirling thoughts of the day
am I wrong or am I right?
and do I deserve this breath?
the air is quiet
the trees stand still
the stars flicker
and all is well.
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