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writelikeness (a tumblelog)

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At eleven o’clock

At eleven o’clock, I am alone.
I turn off all the lights but one.
I let night be night,
but I am not ready to sleep.

Twelve hours earlier, I awoke.
I turned all the lights on, but none
saw me let right be right.
I was not ready to be.

Artificial - apart : official.
A part: a whole.
Art: a soul.
I’ll be
ill.
I

was.

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