the nightmares are getting bad again

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My sunsets turned from
Tangerine to 
Inky blue
And
Black mascara tears
Washed
Away my smile
Hazy days
Burned out brains
Everlasting nights
Insightful eyes
Pressing on skin
Bleeding into veins
A vile of blackness 
Spills
Onto the paper
Calligraphy cries tainted tears
Muddled words
Blurry vision
Broken clocks
Slowly
Stop
Ticking

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