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2 AM Pine

Its the witching hour
smoke makes a light haze
the remnants of intoxication
and here I am again,
thinking
about
you

The magic buzzes my fingertips
but fizzles without focus.
How can I concentrate
when I'm here, still
thinking
about
you

A compulsion, a question
I wonder what you're thinking
and get to know your shadows.
Hard to think much else when I'm stuck
thinking
about
you

We could let our demons dance
and look on sharing a joint
but I'm a hurricane you can't weather
so here I am still
thinking
about
you.
Written by skg373 (Cera)
Published
Author's Note
how many more nights before I find peace?
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