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No; It's not the rhythmic thuds of a headboard, Nor squeaks of well christened springs, Sighing the night's discretions. It's the strained veins glazed over red eyes Seeing the clock strike 4 am. Flushed in a solitary blue.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
Restless Love Syndrome
No; It's not the rhythmic thuds of a headboard, Nor squeaks of well christened springs, Sighing the night's discretions. It's the strained veins glazed over red eyes Seeing the clock strike 4 am. Flushed in a solitary blue.
#love#life#lonely#night#mornings
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
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