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Of all the weary restless listeners She stood out the most Her eyes alight with blaze of thought Her body sunk from forgotten sleep She stood to say - I'm alright I wouldn't argue with her I've had my share of sleeplessness The kind when you're alone My eyes were black and bagged And often I fell to twilight Not yet sleep; not quite aware She awoke me from my state The world a bright and brilliant thing The inn in which we stayed was kind But offered us no respite Comfort tames not the fervored mind She knew as well as I We sat and spoke Across the room No use for words or hands A wonderful woman she truly was A strong and weathered one Her cheeks told me of winds they'd fought Her nose of frostbit summers She smiled at me We had surely found each other I had left in search of something Never figuring the objects name Upturned rocks and drunken talks No rewards were received By midnights edge I had always left Aloft To chase my goals My maddening maddened goals Today I had found the moment That was worthy of my death She stared at me I stared at her Ember caught in twirling wind amid a forest made from bone I stood She strode We met Hands clasped I died that day and so did she From he and I to we I'd panned creeks, duh sites, fought bears of men But collapsed in bed At a simple inn Is where's my treasure lies
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
In my dreams
Of all the weary restless listeners She stood out the most Her eyes alight with blaze of thought Her body sunk from forgotten sleep She stood to say - I'm alright I wouldn't argue with her I've had my share of sleeplessness The kind when you're alone My eyes were black and bagged And often I fell to twilight Not yet sleep; not quite aware She awoke me from my state The world a bright and brilliant thing The inn in which we stayed was kind But offered us no respite Comfort tames not the fervored mind She knew as well as I We sat and spoke Across the room No use for words or hands A wonderful woman she truly was A strong and weathered one Her cheeks told me of winds they'd fought Her nose of frostbit summers She smiled at me We had surely found each other I had left in search of something Never figuring the objects name Upturned rocks and drunken talks No rewards were received By midnights edge I had always left Aloft To chase my goals My maddening maddened goals Today I had found the moment That was worthy of my death She stared at me I stared at her Ember caught in twirling wind amid a forest made from bone I stood She strode We met Hands clasped I died that day and so did she From he and I to we I'd panned creeks, duh sites, fought bears of men But collapsed in bed At a simple inn Is where's my treasure lies
It's been awhile
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
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