There is a Midnight Florescence that sleeps under your door.
4:23 am; you wake them for water.
as you fill your glass,
they dance in your empty room.
oh and how their music is dark.
Sounds of Mozart drowning in ambulance screams
& dads hitting moms
& papers crumpling with secrets.
Oh such a sweet melody you’re blind too,
when a lights on.
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