Goodnight, Yesterday Nichole Johnson I thoughtMy heart might die loudly–Thunder cracking,LighteningGrinding stone to sand.
But–
It is quiet.
It withersIn my ribcage,Like a heavy fog–The last breathOf midnightSoftly tiptoeingTowards dawn.

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