Night falls like java spilling over napkins
Cappuccino milky way in haziest dreams
Mocha kissed stars amidst latte galaxies
Warmth colliding chills, espresso affinities
I'm addicted to caffeine, and the sky's a café
No wonder it always makes me stay past late.
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Oneirology
Poetry♦♦♦ Oneirology: the study of dreams. Dreary reality intertwined with nuances of dreamy phantasm; for when my quill is spitting iridescent rainbow mirages instead of murky ink puddles. ♦♦♦
