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XIII.

Midnights

2024-07-23

I lie awake at night,

staring

into the silence of my dark ceiling.

Conspiring to steal

the mornings to my favour.

My sunrises

are the aftermath of my midnights’ conspiracy.

My day starts at 12 AM.

Ayushmaan Mishra · 2024-07-23

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