i don’t normally stay up past 11.10.59 pm.

i hardly cling myself on to shooting stars

nor coins that resound within abandoned wells

you wouldn’t see me putting my fate on a four leaf clover

nor let you see me wiping my tears after

these nights have been different however

a fallen eye lash seem to not have the power

but time alone, and let time just be

perchance, everything could end up right

between you and me.

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