#18- Up late.

A Poem by Paper

Talking late at night, again.

Four hours vanish

as the lilt of your voice melts

the clock past midnight.

© 2017 Paper

Author's Note

Not especially inspired, today. But I'm going to keep trying to publish a poem a day. It feels almost liberating to have this standard, when I think that it's more important to keep trying and practicing--instead of only writing something "good."

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