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Dec 2012
The night is stormy.

My mind is flowing with thoughts.

I can't fall asleep,

the wind kicks the night.

The trees whisper and rustle,

the walls creek like chills.

The clock ticks slowly.

I struggle to rest my mind;

The night seems endless.
Seth Cruz
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