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1:34 AM
Time ticks by.
Music drones on.
My mind tumbles and turns,
While the rest of the house sleeps.
I hear a clink,
A ting,
And a bang.
The furnace comes to life,
And the gears keep turning.
Sleep seems so distant,
Yet I'm nearly unconscious.
I doodle.
I write.
I lay motionless.
Just waiting.
The sounds all cease.
The furnace slowly dies.
My mind finally seems at peace,
As the music lulls me to close my eyes.
Music drones on.
My mind tumbles and turns,
While the rest of the house sleeps.
I hear a clink,
A ting,
And a bang.
The furnace comes to life,
And the gears keep turning.
Sleep seems so distant,
Yet I'm nearly unconscious.
I doodle.
I write.
I lay motionless.
Just waiting.
The sounds all cease.
The furnace slowly dies.
My mind finally seems at peace,
As the music lulls me to close my eyes.
Published 14th Oct 2013
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