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(A list that doesn't desist.) 1.  These sleepy moments drive me crazy....for, sleep, i can't... 2.  When I close my  eyes, try to relax my mind, that's the time I cant. 3.  Teasing images dance inside this head of mine. 4.  No choice.....I open my eyes again, 5.  I stare through the dark walls and ceiling, 6.  In the dark, the truth is so stark,,like the devil, guffawing. 7.  You sway, smile, you call me, you torment me. 8.  Haven't  got that kind of eraser, to delete your face, your memory... 9.  There's no way out...you are indelible. 10. No amount of distraction could help, not even solitaire,       crossword or    sudoku. 11. I get paper and pencil, and start a list, 12. What could I do? what couldn't I do? 13. Exasperated, I reach for old journals, turn back the pages,  14. I read through drafts, my eyes take me to crumpled pages, so wet             with sad memories, 15. The painful journey starts all over again...            This time around,            so cruel is the  night.... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
WEIRD FEELINGS
(A list that doesn't desist.) 1.  These sleepy moments drive me crazy....for, sleep, i can't... 2.  When I close my  eyes, try to relax my mind, that's the time I cant. 3.  Teasing images dance inside this head of mine. 4.  No choice.....I open my eyes again, 5.  I stare through the dark walls and ceiling, 6.  In the dark, the truth is so stark,,like the devil, guffawing. 7.  You sway, smile, you call me, you torment me. 8.  Haven't  got that kind of eraser, to delete your face, your memory... 9.  There's no way out...you are indelible. 10. No amount of distraction could help, not even solitaire,       crossword or    sudoku. 11. I get paper and pencil, and start a list, 12. What could I do? what couldn't I do? 13. Exasperated, I reach for old journals, turn back the pages,  14. I read through drafts, my eyes take me to crumpled pages, so wet             with sad memories, 15. The painful journey starts all over again...            This time around,            so cruel is the  night.... Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
a midnight write...
sally-a-bayan
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sally-a-bayan
F/Filipino
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
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