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short dreams interrupted, images almost forgotten in motionless sight of cold, night sky's dark turns gray, as morning’s light unfolds. in quiet rooms grown visibile, silent trains of thought arrive to turn night's voice inaudible.
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
winter morning
short dreams interrupted, images almost forgotten in motionless sight of cold, night sky's dark turns gray, as morning’s light unfolds. in quiet rooms grown visibile, silent trains of thought arrive to turn night's voice inaudible.
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
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