Soapsuede
Thursday, 28 March 2019
Awake asleep
Nighttime and I smell sleep
burning ink
in fluid black clouds
dispersed in aura of tonight
endearing in its whispers
calling out a name
one that sounds like mine
should I pay no heed
and wander on stumbling
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