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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 #NationalPoetryMonth 

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