Rime
most nights are quite
a melodious voice spreads in silence
a voice that makes the sunrise
your voice
most evenings are alone
a memory causing downcast
a memory lurking above
your memory
most moments flew by
a paean written for proclivity
a paean involving disgrace
a paean in your name.
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