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Following fog from foreign lands-- sleep still etched, dreams yet sketched to form. Muffled clouds of shuffling sounds submerged in deep & cottoned ears. Grasping at whispered edges, interrupted slivers dissipate & scatter. Perforating an entombed quiet, almost-noises punctuate the night with cold finality. Memories put on hold resurface, conquering attention. Dread sets in: you are lost all over again.
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
Mourning
Following fog from foreign lands-- sleep still etched, dreams yet sketched to form. Muffled clouds of shuffling sounds submerged in deep & cottoned ears. Grasping at whispered edges, interrupted slivers dissipate & scatter. Perforating an entombed quiet, almost-noises punctuate the night with cold finality. Memories put on hold resurface, conquering attention. Dread sets in: you are lost all over again.
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
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