A dozen smiles to choose from,
Uninterested in the dozen,
My eyes wander.
The dozen,
A part of a group,
Me with them,
Half unconscious.
Under the influence,
Of nothing but fatigue.
A few words from their conversations,
Enter my weary ears.
A shadow of unconsciousness,
Caresses me.
It forces me,
To make peace with it.
I felt no fear,
No surprise.
I daydream,
In the moonlight.
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