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Repose

The clock is silent while it screams.
I pray for Night to hear my dreams;
She must--She must! They're loud and bright--
As bright as can be sans all light.

I wish to sleep and ne'er recall
The Birth, the Death, the Rush, the Fall.
The clock is silent while it screams.
The Night will never hear my dreams.
Written by BlackRose_Mira (trashcat)
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