nights like these
i wonder, wander,

catch myself leaning
over ledges
black with depth

i wander,
gaze hungrily up
at little, dewey fruits
hanging from the quiet velvet
high above my head

and i wonder,
always wonder,
if nights like these
are more than the dreams
of escapist youth

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