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Late night in peak dark

the stars play at space park.

But the bright just wasent right.

The dark was more of my light

And as time passed

Darker was my marker

indoors where the bright

Dint fight the light

of my candle light.

Without shine my sleep was fine.

Late night talk host

Cracks of who got roast

To crime talk after wards

Sipping morning gold

on my own

As far and low

as cold can stay warn

But nothing was torn,

And Nothing was alone.

The sheets are warm

With My arms alone.

Then that Creeping emotion

of late-night is awaken.

And the sense

of deviating devotion and

Ducking love to be alone.

Felt some what cold,

But Was something

that happened on it's own.

With drips of commotion"

But nothing anybody

but my body would know.

That motive was lost...

Mozart was Blowing crust from a jar.

And comfort

Came at no cost.

I was all bad and good

Smooth of moods

Under the moon.