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Be quiet.

It's late,
ebony sacks 'neath my eyes  
indicate a need  
for sleep
though  
the delicacy of my delay hints,
ticks for extra.
Oh, relief,
even for a brief moment.
Could someone lull me to sleep
or ask me how I am without
the intention
of gossiping
like banshees,
river-witches?
If I own the Nile,
you own the muck and bog and the arguable deceit.
I am tired now,
let me sleep
 
 
alone.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 9th Jan 2012
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