This night is truly heartfelt.
The pocket muse full of insights,
the mentioning of the simple stuffs
that hasn't crossed my mind before.
Laughing in amusement
and wonder how these
has never occur to me.
Joy and the constant surprises
writing can bring.
The talk at the coffee table
brings back a sense of despair
I've tried to discard.
So much like a boomerang,
you can't throw it away,
when you should drop it,
otherwise it'll always come back to you.
The topics dwindled.
Meaning or value
on the verge of disappearance.
The circle is bound
for a restart.
The countdown begins.
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