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Sep 2018
Dark sky, pouring rain.
I felt the heat from my computer under my fingertips
The occasional flash of lightning, roar of thunder.
Little snores escaped from the lips of a furry creature sound asleep.
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
The clicking of keys spell the words of my heart.
Endless sentences, wondering where to start.
The ticking of the clock, waiting for midnight's arrival.
Tick tock, tick tock.
A paradise in between the lines.
A gorgeous place where no one can find.
Where the scent of sea water lingers in the air.
Dark sky, pouring rain.
One of my favourite things to do is midnight writing. Midnight is often the best time to get inspiration, wether it's writing poems or stories.
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