a human balancing survival and sentiment-
tracing offices and enrollments beneath the harsh glare of day,
then unraveling loneliness, regret, and enigmatic strangers
under the soft shadow of night.
practical hands by morning,
a poetic ache by midnight-
marble on the surface,
a quiet storm underneath,
words like lanterns
illuminating what the world cannot see.
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