What happens every night

Once again, it's past 1 AM, on a Saturday morning, and yet I've been thinking deeply about stuff, during my most creative time of day; I've said and thought things that aren't supposed to be public, and yet those words, and those thoughts, are destined to be drowned out by everything, the vast and untamed, the cosmic frequencies of energy.

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