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Painless Torture
This night oh this dark and lovely night where the moon dances with my eyes and till the sun rises again
I have not felt a pain so uneasy as this in years it brings me to the edge of my seat
My heart wont miss a beat
The heavier my eyes grow the more the night glows
And I must refuse to sleep
Body exhausted and my mind a bottomless pit of potential
Thinking of things of old and n...
Monday 23rd April 2018 6:22 pm
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