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From The Inside, Yet Not Enough

SOMETIMES EVEN WORDS CAN'T HOLD THE ESSENCE OF THOUGHT

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Rest

As I lay back,
Head rested,
Body limp,
It is dark outside and in.

Sleep flutters,
Playing games with my lashes.
A soft dream beckons,
Delve into me.

Close your blinds gently,
I loosen my grip.
The world can wait,
As you and I regenerate.
Posted by Anka Wisha at 9:04 AM

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