The day went by in a whiff,
for I was surrounded with life’s chaos,
but the night mysteriously stood tall,
for there was no one left to talk,
besides some miscreant thoughts
that kept chasing me until the dawn climbed down
one painfully slow step at a time
and in the folds of silhouette
I often stumbled
and I often drowned

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