Late Night Musings

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Sleeplessness
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.

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          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.

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          Images II

 

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          Images III

 

 

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