Plastic fight of smiles, seems close, still many miles,
Day it was, full of glam and fake, night is back like a stagnant lake,
A fan wing chasing another, trying hard to touch each other,
Mrs. Wind pushing Mr. Curtain, small fight, looks pretty certain,
Pet leaves I forgot to mention, barking hard to get attention,
A mosquito or fly type, my eardrum and buzzing vibe,
Fingers touching the empty pillow, stretched long, got out of the bed below,
Your face fading out to black, u have and have to come back,
Till then, u r a dark night to me, u makes me feel the actual me…
-Nijo
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