Another late night
Though the sun still shines
Mornings come too early
Robbing me of my peace
I crave the solitude of darkness
The wee hours when others slumber
The quietude speaks to me
My mind rebels at the loss of midnight
Craving the weariness of sleep deprivation
Jittering from too much tea
Trembling from exhaustion
Mind racing with too many thoughts
All so difficult to capture
Lusting for creation
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