In the night
On the chair
Laptop on the table
Looks at me
Opened a window
To write
Began to imagine
Thoughts are blocked
To derive
Something flies
Finds a place
To give a birth
In a stress
It's lazy to digest
Opened a window
For a fresh air
To look down the street
Of the silent dark
Closed windows
Went to the bed
Stuck imagination woke up
Though the sleep wants to close eyes
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