There are nights when the chords hum right, and the light from the building next door falls slanted into my room -- pivoting around a midnight moon as shadows of cars pass on the street. A gentle song swathes me to sleep. And oh how I sleep. Until gravity feels safe again and the city sings softly and I slip into something of myself by morning.
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I like the caption you wrote underneath.
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