Night, as close as it will get,
and I sit here drinking coffee
and thinking of the summer
nights like this that were, and the
summer nights that should've been,
the endless stream of memories
and regret, in brooks mingling
across the swarming human
mind, until it grows as still
as the midsummer night.
16.06.2023
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