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Jul 2014 · 718
Insomniac
Prodigal Son Jul 2014
Maya Angelou*


There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful


Dedicated to *
Redvelvet
Jul 2014 · 861
Unbound
Prodigal Son Jul 2014
Let the embers die
there's no need to say goodbye
what's done, is done now
there are no more tears left for us to cry

the winds of change have blown
uprooting all that once held true
the final song and dance are almost over
yet letting go is still hard to do

— The End —