Solitude comes under the guise of night.
The time when demons of thought and memory come to haunt.
When everything you see reminds you of the one you no longer have.
But tonight I sleep,
And tomorrow I forget.
In these dreams I have tonight, I watch as your face slowly fades,
remaining only as a silhouette,
And tonight I find solace
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