The sun has gone to sleep
But I swear I can hear the
stars slink into the darkening sky.

Time ticks and water bubbles.
Air breathes in and out,
wafting a breeze to whisper
sweet nothings through my hair.

The moon lets out a yawn
as it settles in for night shift.

Yet... How particular.

When a heart breaks,
It makes no sound.

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