A short poem, written on a long night.
Staring, longing, burnt night,
Where has my time come to pass?
Singing and drinking,
Toasting fluorescent dreams,
Despairing, lonesome, an empty glass,
Thoughts juxtaposed, united, ethereal,
Friends have come and gone,
Dew in the morning sun,
How fluorescent dreams come to pass,
When chasing the sunrise.
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