Note: I was listening to Ryan Adams when I wrote this. My musical taste can only be described as schizophrenic at times. I have my favorites but I listen to almost every genre.

Nighttime Song

Alone,
10:30pm,
speakers
shed acoustic tears
in small quiet sobs.

The soothing voice,
singing of sadness
and longing,
comforts
the anguish of the day.

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