A poetess sleep is non-existent without
Analyzing
Decoding
Rephrasing
Ticking
My mind is poetically undisturbed
Until the morning dawn breaks the surface of a midnight blue
A pen turns into a harpoon
And a poem forms from the gloom
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
A poetess sleep is non-existent without
Analyzing
Decoding
Rephrasing
Ticking
My mind is poetically undisturbed
Until the morning dawn breaks the surface of a midnight blue
A pen turns into a harpoon
And a poem forms from the gloom
up like an insomniac
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