12 A.M.

(Written at 3 a.m.)

Knock. Knock. Knock.

As I watch my breath escape. The thin air excites this feeling... I hope you can relate.

As I quiver with curiosity, my mind is the blame. Chasing painted illusions, Daydreams, choosing.

Choosing...

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Hoping you're up but the timing was off. I turned around. Chest out, head high.

I lit a fume and made a lil toast to you.

To you... to us. To the way we'd fu**

By: Jasminn Dow

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