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Apr 2016
I feel that my body is melting
and blending in to the ground
this weak feeling is the death of all things colored

This drained sensation
settles in the bags under my eyes
and creates its own nocturnal colors

This pale color paints my skin
with a yellowish hue, from my face
to my toes

This feeble aura
attacks me in the worst states
causing my head to twirl and rest to one side
burdening my eye lids with weight
that sleep and only sleep understands

This sleepless image
that made its way to my legs and body
had found a void to fill
and core to call home
paving the way to insomnia
oh please NO..

This..
Maria Etre
Written by
Maria Etre  Beirut, Lebanon
(Beirut, Lebanon)   
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   Roma, Got Guanxi and TW
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