i like waiting for another
day and look forward for
another night, sitting,
just sitting, and staring
at a certain blank wall
waiting for another
shadow lost in the
coming of a light
from the moon and
then another shadow
and another and another
i look at myself in the
mirror of my words and
i embrace myself in the
tightness of my solitude.
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