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Dec 2017
short dreams interrupted,
images almost forgotten
in motionless sight of cold,
night sky's dark turns gray,
as morning’s light unfolds.
in quiet rooms grown visibile,
silent trains of thought arrive
to turn night's voice inaudible.
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