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Feb 2012
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.
When the mind starved of sleep we see things differently
Written by
DieingEmbers
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   ---, ---, douglas chesa and JL
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