Restless, Again
This is another night
Deceiving myself to be awake,
Blided the sight of the surreal
Any wince of a dream turns into long immersion
Something once pleasant is now deceptive
Illusions of fresh mormings quickly blacken
Impending shadows slowly retrace their way
Every night, at the sight of twilight.
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