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Maybe now I can Sleep through the Night
Intoxicated
by the poison of
pent up memories:
emotions -
feeling!
over-ripe
words
sticking, now
to the inside of her
ribcage...
A spider's web
of
thoughts
and the desperate need
to
dust them out
gracefully
in order to dream
peacefully
if only for one night.
And she is
well aware
that her
Repentance
to the
Muses
is more than a
pious prayer,
but the Soul
she regains
for baring all her
sins
and
emotions
is well worth the
sleepless
Nights of
saturating
her old journal
with new words.
