I just made a “late night” poem

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Late night poem #1

The smoke breaks the light,
and curls around the muscles.

The heart takes an extra punch
and the body weight increases.

The eyes sense dancing snakes,
whispering, wheezing they break the light.

The silence is full of noises,
notes and thoughts become melodies.

The truth is there,
hidden behind the smoke fog.

The hand grips,
but the truth slips.

The darkness is colorless,
and the eyes are heavy.

Smoke dust and sleep,
burden the eyelids.

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