Mid-day's Creed

Another sleepless night, without hearing her voice.

You disappeared.

I'm alone as I used to be,

Except listening to the air around myself.

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Ahead? path's cleared.

Everything I've got but they're no use to me,

I am still hanging on a cliff.

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It has become my creed.

My eyes can not sleep so they convence me,

It is better to dream than to hoping become stiff.

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I had dreamed.

My own sleep's nagging me,

Every time I open my eyes I hear my self sniff.

The End

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