Nights like these

I am sitting here, measuring the night in cups
The night feels like it could use some coffee
some coffee that probably feels like a day in itself
a day that has no liking for dusk
dusk is more milk less coffee
and unlike the dawn, dusk is seldom excited about its progression
The night feels like a heavy trekking bag on a travelers shoulder
the night understands the necessary burden,
the night feels alike a wax stick of match that despite holding its doom on its head is forced to call it a crown,
On nights like these the night feels like it could use some coffee,
nights like these talk to me as if they have known me for a long time
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