them late nightsA Poem by nigrum homonculuspretty much what the title suggests. i love them alot. but i tried to mess around with imagery a bit here.The moon. It serenades my bedroom, with its presence, its
grace. Capturing my thoughts just like it did with my gaze. My house, my home. Silent
with the darkness. Cold from winters rage, creeping up on my skin. Yet I continue,
to lean on my window looking at the sky, like a widow clutching her proudest
memories. I love them late nights, drifting in-between worlds, where I can feel
my spirit escape and dance as the moon looks on. © 2012 nigrum homonculusAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthornigrum homonculuslondon, surrey, United KingdomAbouti have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..Writing
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