as the sun stumbles down along this body at darkening hours,
much breeze cracks against my window, taking the night with it;
forcing its company, just as a song imprints on the mind —
but it introduced me to their gentle ways when it cradled my fragility,
last midnight.

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at time when silence eases in, i am stricken by the creation of a hollow
room, which bears a pillow to catch my mourn—so i do not evade the night's offer:
its consumption of the self. that i give in entirely; as i am familiar with its gentle, 

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gentle ways.