I've yet to sleepits already morning hrs
its not an unusual time
I am late
practically at every second with me
my heart murmurs
what the hell is going to happen
if I sleep
I understand
a bit of it
last working evening hrs were just full of such shallow moments of mine
the eternal factor
with or without
a boy with orchids
probably going to deliver to some rich man around
I asked
what's this flowers like
reply was = "orchids"
I could feel
its too stoic
as he had least relevance
at the beauty at his hand
probably like me
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