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Oct 2014
what is that sound from within
that wakes you up seven minutes past midnight
and makes you crave a glass of ice cold red wine?
you spend eternal minutes
trying to figure out
which part of your mind won't let you go
back to sleep
and you end up as always
lighting another cigarette and sitting on the window sill
until the sun rises and the birds start
singing again
cecilie hviid
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cecilie hviid  denmark
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