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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

A mind too busy

Words and voices,
memories and noises,
a mind too busy,
a soul uneasy.

I rest my head,
toss and turn.
Sleep's a witch,
doesn't return.

I turn on the lamp,
watch its glow:
First a mild orange

then bright yellow.

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