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Sep 2020
there are some nights
that seem to stretch for years,
eons of time spent awake
and laying listless.

a church bell rings,
four times,
and the stars shine
mercilessly overhead.

small things chirp,
and the smell of dew reaches me,
but rest refuses to come,
and i am left sleepless once more.
Beanie
Written by
Beanie  19/Maine
(19/Maine)   
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   Imran Islam
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