to early to turn to bed
I will try to see sky
maybe I can see errant
star searching her shadow
where am standing is too
bright to see those dots
that seem to scatter up
more of them in mountains
there's a house with décor
still flickering so bright
a naked tree with diamonds
wrap around its nakedness
that warm it up too, cozy
expensive cars on driveway
couple on street waiting
rich people's house; nice
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