Late Night Talks

Voices like music into the silent night
sing of hopes, dreams.
A wild cacophony of ideas
clash with monotonous days.

Tucked beneath the blanket of our minds,
our toes cold but our hearts warm.
Good night!, we say,
and fall together and apart.

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