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Indie (Miss Indie)
Indie (Miss Indie)
Incense of Insomnia
Cedarwood Skin
I inhale deeply,
Sleepily
But my mind won’t ease
I don’t want to leave
The incense of insomnia
I breathe
In again
Marking every second
Against your cedarwood skin
Written by Isgyppie_
(L.C. McQuillen)
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Incense of Insomnia
Quiet time solitude darkness staring.
Regret, seeps through the stench suffocatingly repulsive
Heart wrenching stagnant deeply alone,
the stench, the stench.
Nauseating nostalgia nothing nothing nothing.
Quiet tears so draining sadness
Rigid silence thoughts teach significant suffering repetitively
Hope watches suspiciously, dying, afraid.
the stench the stench
Nonchalance, no chance nothing nothing nothing
Regret, seeps through the stench suffocatingly repulsive
Heart wrenching stagnant deeply alone,
the stench, the stench.
Nauseating nostalgia nothing nothing nothing.
Quiet tears so draining sadness
Rigid silence thoughts teach significant suffering repetitively
Hope watches suspiciously, dying, afraid.
the stench the stench
Nonchalance, no chance nothing nothing nothing
Written by Miss_Haides
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Let them be alien
Mouthfuls of mindfulness
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?
Written by s0_obscen3
(s0_Obscene)
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That Harlot Sleep!
So, where is Sleep, if Sleep is not with me?
Carousing round the fleshpots of the town,
I bet, the champagne cocktails going down
her throat! No doubt she's dancing wild and free,
while I abandoned groan most miserably
and toss and turn in rumpled lonely bed,
no Sleep, but sleepless agonies instead.
Oh, Sleep! Do not forsake me! Do you hear?
I need you with me now! I need you near!
Come home to me! Come rest inside my head!
😬🛏️😬
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Written by ajay
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Let them be alien
Mouthfuls of mindfulness
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?
invading my senses
inhaling , patience complacence
what is this foul fragrance
unfamiliar, alien
yet verbatim
a sleepless ultimatum
or let them be alien?
Written by s0_obscen3
(s0_Obscene)
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