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do you reminisce
about nights missing
spent worrying
about nothing you can control

does it get to you
late night phone calls
to robots who whistle
to leave your voice

stretching in the kitchen
checking the clock
for stars in your window
shining over you

turning all the lights on
alone in a big house
the ambience to feel
like a friendly presence

when midnight strikes
the lights go out
the door is locked
travel away from it

just like they are
somewhere else
another round
till the morning

wake up, move on

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