Melody

words entangled like a web
of thoughts that caught the last
train on a last breath of a
a long day. Tired like the end of a long sentence
and the focus on the tip of your nose.
Restless like the second’s ever-ticking cycle tock
Peaceful like the stillness
And the gravity of rock

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