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Around my enclosed space spectres fade into existence, brief.
Within my cliché madness I am embarrassed to be frightened.
The early morning thoughts are so beautiful in their self satisfied significance.
Tomorrow they might seem senseless, but tonight they alone are responsible for all truth.
A time when no real person has yet to call this a new day.
Flicker little moth enjoy the bright white, my eyes are restless and crave the soothing light of night.