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Toss and yearn
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Night falls.
I... tilt.
Faceless world,
windowsills.
No one goes gentle
into the light-
less hours
of life.
The long gone joy
from such faux friends,
their shallow smiles,
moronic "Whys".
It does-does soothe
one's troubled thoughts,
so deep in silence,
devoid of time.
The blowing wind...
Hush-chill, hush-chill.
What, then, but sleep?
Though, I -- still --
am wide awake.
I... tilt.
Faceless world,
windowsills.
No one goes gentle
into the light-
less hours
of life.
The long gone joy
from such faux friends,
their shallow smiles,
moronic "Whys".
It does-does soothe
one's troubled thoughts,
so deep in silence,
devoid of time.
The blowing wind...
Hush-chill, hush-chill.
What, then, but sleep?
Though, I -- still --
am wide awake.
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Maybe too much coffee