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is there anybody out there? (the Watcher on the Roof)

it’s 2 am again,

and I’m sitting alone on a cold suburban rooftop,

bare toes curled over shingles

thinking thoughts and shooting stars

and keeping silent vigil

Because what if Tonight

is the night?

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About marcofreschi

I live in the Ocean and write poetry View all posts by marcofreschi

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