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Sleepless Nights

The tossing and turning of a body makes the old mattress creak. The ears embrace the soft sound of a faucet's musical leak. The medicine of warm milk fails to bring the nectar of sleep. Under the cover of darkness, eyes try to count imaginary sheep. Insomnia feeds upon human flesh in the quiet hours after midnight. The skin under the colored eyes turns dark in the sun's first light. As sleepless eyes greet the dawn, the body's weariness starts to show. But after a few cups of caffeine, the mind's juices begin to flow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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