Midnight passes

Posted on January 11, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Midnight passes

Midnight passes

with barely a nod,

and the girl who wears glasses

thinks that that’s odd;

Midnight has always acknowledged

her presence before,

but Midnight has gone,

he left through the door.

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