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~ Nyctophilia

The sun goes down, as the stars appear all around. Nobody will love it as I. I stare at it like I stare at you sometimes. Your aren't mine. I remembered, "as time is my enemy in today’s age. I try to escape, but my thoughts are too loud, unable to dream away." I couldn't sleep again. I can’t sleep at all. Maybe it’s the night that reminds me of you. So I stay up, just to look at the sky, not to miss it because it’s so precious like the moon of your eyes. So beautiful, that even the world shares the hours with you, the sun gets jealous because my eyes love you. But it ends, waiting to look at it again.




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