End of Slumber

One night, all it takes for memories to flood by,

Leaving traces of unwanted desires, missing beats,

Moon watching me lie bare, naked and broken,

Holding onto what is left of what was once a whole heart.

And nothing strikes harder, than the cold realization

That the night is still young.

 

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