Poetry

The Fall, 28 (272.)

How many sleepless nights
how many moonless mornings
how many afternoon coffees
how many midnight coffees
how many rushed sandwiches
how many rushed projects
how many distractions
how many broken promises
how many failed attempts
how many hopeful plans
how many,
how many times will I let myself get away with this?

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