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Alone at Midnight

At midnight, I wake up
As I have no choice
Getting relaxed on the chair in my living room
I start to read Kenji's poems which I left half-read

The night is very calm
My mind is unusually at ease

"Without my reading glasses
I can't read any books
I am getting old enough"

I close the book and start to drink again

"What does it mean,
My writing poems like this?"