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Broken Nights.
Slowly
hour after hour
time draws its claws
across the night.
Fragments of half
forgotten dreams call
softly,
their ragged forms
falling, drifting dust
in moon puddled
corners.
Slowly
hour after hour
time draws its claws
across the night.
Fragments of half
forgotten dreams call
softly,
their ragged forms
falling, drifting dust
in moon puddled
corners.
Such Soft Images
mellow, mellow, mellow - slc
The curse of insomnia it
The curse of insomnia it makes one want to write at rediculous hours!