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Sunday Nights
- Candida Villalta
- Oct 29, 2022
- 1 min read
Sunday nights nights of solitude.
The nights before waking up too soon.
Routinely getting no rest;
nightglows glowing
through the window.
Candle glows flowing
through the mellowness
reaching the unlit and
lit corners.
Sunday nights,
nights before chaotic mornings.
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