Late Night Musings

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Another sleepless night passes by
as lamplight illuminates her eyes.
She sits, shivers; lingers in the empty streets
rather than relishing in sweet dreams, warm sheets.
The colours of her pain are echoed in the reflection of the rain
on the cracked pavement.


          Images I


If I could abide the light I would not close my eyes.
Instead, I watch colours spin on the inside of my eyelids.


          Images II



          Images III



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