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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.
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.
Published 4th Oct 2014
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Anonymous
5th Oct 2014 1:41pm
Nice - bit of nightmare, and the pacing works well with the clock metaphor... "The clock is silent while it screams. " is a nice one, too.
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