When Night Grinds Into Mourning
Midnight beckons upon this hour.
The sweetness of night has finally gone sour
due to my tired, overexerted state of being.
Sleep can truly feel this freeing.
Sleep can truly feel this freeing.
Working late results in staying up
until my next morning's coffee cup
bids me 'good morning' and begins my day.
I try my best to meet it half-way
by pretending to be awake.
With at least one eye open, for heaven's sake.
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