Hush, light. Hush, heart.
The night slides slow,
Laboring over the pavement,
Subjecting the glow
To an opaque enslavement.
It’s dark, so the lights start
To fold over and disappear.
The dormitory could not hold
Every light as if they were alone.
The douse makes my walk cold.
The rooms all dark, each bay its own,
Like a smothered chandelier.
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