family.
it is still considered day for most
even though the sun is gone,
the sky lit up by its final breaths.
so of course,
I'm called downstairs.
we-haven't-seen-you-all-days
and
what's-going-on-up-theres
pour in.
there's a good reason for it all
but I'd rather not explain.
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✧ city lights and fireflies ✧
Poetrybecause sleep always seems to evade the broken.