7: 10 p.m.
Staring into the starlit night from windows of my soul,
touching rhythms, focusing on their mentality.
Leaving thoughts lying quietly in their beds, watching
what I'm doing and wondering how they've come to be
such a large part of my intellect.
Socializing on edges of night, while relaxing in depths
of my essence.
7: 11 p.m. 11/7/13
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