my eyes tired to blurry
watching midnight movie
i found akin to my memory
slipping to far cloudy destiny
i don't mind missing a bit
it's so quiet i soon forget
i reach to a can of prunes
for pop corn; my throat dry
i didn't notice my tears fall
maybe i emphatize with them
very ittle i know who are they
just passing my time to a crawl
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