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When the lights were off,

‘N’ the fan was on,

Lying on the floor,

I was watching the door,

An open window,

Street light glaring in,

Images dancing on the wall,

Shadows clapping in the dark,

A plastic bag being dragged to the corner,

Nocturnals crooning their favorite song,

Drops of water echo from the dead walls,

Wind wafting through the lemon tree,

Shaking the leaves to wake up early,

Lost in my thoughts,

About life ahead and life past,

I thanked God and conked off…



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