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3:02AM

Harri

Jan 24, 2021

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Two past three in the morning,

The world shrouded in stillness.

I lean from my window, smoking a cigarette,

And look upon a brand new world.

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Mist curls across the landscape,

Like tendrils from a dream.

The ground below just wisps of smoke.

Coiling endlessly in every direction.

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And silence.

Pure and heavy.

Sound does not exist here.

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Trees stand hunched and crooked,

The silhouettes of spectres.

Leering out of endless dusk.

Occupants of this gloomy serenity.

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Scattered stars pierce inky sky,

Little pinpricks of cosmic light.

But a crescent moon takes center stage,

Submerging all in eerie grey.

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And stillness.

Crisp and thorough.

Time does not exist here.

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Perhaps it's time to go to bed,

And wake up from this world of dreams.

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~24/01/2021

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