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2:41 AM

The nightmares beckon
and I’m a little weary,
curled in my wrinkled wraps,
half numb, half dreary.

And midst those
cold shudders,
lifeless shrieks,
and a dark, dark room,
my tired eyes and nameless fears,
a sprained flow
of ruby red tears.

Poetry Month post 2!

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