At Night

by mudrhetoric

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I try to put it to the page.
I’m old.
I still write everything down.

On this page.
Fades memories.
Writing illegible.
So I’m forced to make anew.

I’m certain it’s close enough.
Probably.
Even this is hidden from me.
I imagine you.

It could be done better.
But I’m not better.
So I have this.

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