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Never have I felt the warmth of day Graze upon this sunken face; The swaying breeze escapes my ears And does not assuage my growing fear. The gay day is covered in black, Never again to show its shades. Custom phantoms cross my mind That keep me livid through the night; While the moonshine becomes my daylight, Darling morning hurts my eyes. Night is night and night is day, For the two have failed to separate. Ghostly figures have my heart— Timeless sleep ripens my pain, Enterprises of lost rest haunt Restless souls as myself. Lovely day is now my death, Faithful night is now my life, Night is day and day is night, Night is night and night is night.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
Night is Day
Never have I felt the warmth of day Graze upon this sunken face; The swaying breeze escapes my ears And does not assuage my growing fear. The gay day is covered in black, Never again to show its shades. Custom phantoms cross my mind That keep me livid through the night; While the moonshine becomes my daylight, Darling morning hurts my eyes. Night is night and night is day, For the two have failed to separate. Ghostly figures have my heart— Timeless sleep ripens my pain, Enterprises of lost rest haunt Restless souls as myself. Lovely day is now my death, Faithful night is now my life, Night is day and day is night, Night is night and night is night.
Day, night, sleepless nights, seasons, May, spooky
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22/F/Brooklyn, New York
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
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