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Nov 2012
Lethargic nights flower in their beauty,
But dire mornings follow.
Light eventually spills from the foggy window.
Yet, slothful sleep seems better than life.
Hazy eyes burning red not white,
Austerely droop,  
Numb fingers struggle to subdue,
And I wish for night,
To return and soothe.
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Ardent Bowel
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Ardent Bowel  United States
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