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Monday, June 13, 2022

Afraid of the night

 Afraid of the night and all it entails

Dreams waiting to haunt as stamina fades

Sleepless nights and endless tales

Awake the new day when way past dawn

Visions speak out of turn viewing hollow bends

Exhausting days and endless yawns



Posted by ImprovisedDreaming at 1:06 AM
Labels: Poetry

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