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My Pillow At 2am
12 o'clock is too soon
Eyes still in spasm fury
Blinking blindly, blinking blindly
Insomnia part and parcel
Outcast by colourful days
I clock watch, crippled
When I cannot make a world pause
My pillows awaits at 2am
Their roses attend me
Walls of elation
Wasting on a waking world
My dismayed heart lies failing
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