in a fitful, sleepless state, she finds me
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1 min readJan 10, 2020
in a fitful, sleepless state, she finds me
night skitters across silent rooftops
mad starless gales howl “could have beens”
midnight sleep spittles “what-ifs”
shapeless trees shush regret
things go bump in it
as it settles
night mutates
shaping
dreams
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