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May 2015
It's midnight again
My body exhausted,
Mind alert  

Drowning in lukewarm whiskey,
Counting sheep
I've tried everything

Words I didn't say
Actions I didn't pursue
Haunt me in the darkest of hours

He's gone  
And I'm left without a glimmer of hope,
An ounce of sleep
Quarter Sleeved Crook
Written by
Quarter Sleeved Crook  Indiana
(Indiana)   
287
   Nicole Dawn
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