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Incandescent

It's 3am

Writing in the dark

Struggling to find the words to fill the page

Cat asleep in my lap

Music to set the mood

Dog at my feet

And my mind drifts off to you

Something about this night isn't right

Checking my phone, can't figure out what I'm looking for 

Something, anything

My last cigarette hanging off my lips

Empty glass of wine staining the page red 

Between you and me

I'm spiraling

Write it down, write it down, write it down

Blank mind, Blank thoughts, blank heart

Clean slate

But nobody told me clean slate meant empty




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