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Dozing Off

Eyes drip beneath my brain roll about in glassy shoes and run before the twelfth stroke. Hands twitch. Pen drops. Curtain falls. Night is pregnant with the day’s unwritten words that linger in dreams, aborted by morning.

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elizabeth-milnes

American

Published: Jan 16, 2012
LinesWords: 1137

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