Two holes in a half

Sparse stars speckle the sky 
                                               as one by one, cars go by

whispers of cloud, lit by a half moon reflect the whispers of my half soul and half-heartedly I scribble line after line

with no better reason than to pass this lonely time.
My half vision corrupted with the seeds of tears,
watches shakily as it materializes my fears... 

For what is a day without light but an extension of night?

The End

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