Raw

April 8, 2018

 

The clock, in her night
is blurry.
Poet Deep.
And raw.

She blindly prays, to thin blue skies
and lays on dreams... confined.

Limits... of the same routine
she softly turns, to sleep
        yet
makes, a planless wish.

She's oh so tired... of this



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