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A Disturbed Sleep

Dead poets haunt your dreams and disturb the sleep. You wake up, startled as in a battlefield fighting the airy nothing. Last night, you remember, the mosquito fight you could not win.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 10/23/2019 7:54:00 PM
Nice write! Dead poet always win over live ones. It's a fight you cannot win. Enjoyed
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Date: 10/21/2019 3:13:00 AM
disturbance! wake up the sense through the poetic diction!
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Date: 10/20/2019 7:46:00 PM
Yes... yes... I was there... it was bad... seriously... no prisoners... excellent poem. ann
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Date: 10/20/2019 2:12:00 PM
Oh I really like this! Welcome to poetry soup Vihang. I look forward to reading more from you :-) x
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Date: 10/2/2019 9:15:00 AM
Welcome to Soup. I believe you have found your tribe!
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Date: 10/1/2019 12:18:00 AM
good one.enjoyed reading your poem.have a great time!
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