Nycto
A regular routine of wa istching the stars dance with darkness,
I found myself peacefully becoming aqcuainted with the moon,
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My soul disinterested in Days empty luminous skies,
I anticipated to go to war with the sun
Time slowly became irrelevant
I watched Z's ride in on sheep,
charging with determination to have me surrender the holy Grail of espresso
Copyright © Melissa Segura | Year Posted 2024
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