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Nov 2018
come meet me at the doors of night,
brush past my dreams,
greet the pillows and the bed sheets,
and sing the song of crickets.
delight me with your tales -
adventurous dreams, frightening nightmares.
fascinate me with your encounters -
restless children or passionate lovers.
confide in me your enemies -
pills and papers.
find solace in me,
even if you're someone else's.
i know you have to leave soon
to befall another tired soul.
meet me at the doors of night again.
brush, sing, delight, fascinate, confide,
find again tomorrow.
Written by
aditi
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