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Insomnia serves me coffee in a cracked china mug... leaving water marks on the patina of my soul as morning passers me by upon the hostess trolly, it's one wobbly wheel squeaking tunelessly mocking my pain.

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Written by

dieingembers

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Published: Feb 25, 2012
LinesWords: 1236

Notes: When the mind starved of sleep we see things differently

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