Hello, you there? I whispered quietly.
Yes it's me again, I know it's late.
I just can't seem to settle down, perhaps you can help extrapolate.
These days it seems that darkness is the only place we meet.
The night time seems to wear so well that feeling of defeat.
I sometimes wish you'd take the form of just a friendly face.
So you might hold and squeeze me tight in a lingering embrace.
But as I age I've come to learn it's impossible to have it all.
And so I turn to solitude when it's my turn to fall.
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