The fading of days

Fall almost winter 

Dark sets in

Light never wins

Sad is a feeling

A time and a place

Feelings are odd

Hard to displace 

Thinking too much

Stuck in my bed

City lights glow

Joy to the season

And an all new low 


◄ Skim

Wasted ►


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