time ticks, she coudn't help
Anticipates as she sat.
Thinks a lot about the time,
didn't notice she wasted dime.
Glancing at the phone waiting for that ding, but it never came till the midnight sleeps.
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What I Write So I Can Sleep
Poesiaa r c a n e ; understand by few, mysterious or secret. do you ever get that sudden hollow feeling on some days? nights? out of blue? that feeling where you can't feel your body and all you can hear is your mind? thoughts creeping into your mind spac...
