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Sep 2017
Sleepy eyes
Are awakened at night
By thoughts overpowered harm

Regret
Is like a paper cut
And lemons are my favorite food

My own rain stains my cheeks
Leaving them red
And cracked

Night know no bounds
Though, neither does the day anymore
Written by
Brendan Holland
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