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By catharses Date: 2001 Sep 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.30.23.00.19]] |
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tis night and the evening candle burns slow to a molten remnant of sluggish remains with a flame sobbing its light quieter and quieter till naught remains fingers sore from written lines darkness closes with the night head held up from force of will for sleep to come and with it rest submerged in images of closer times time to close this pain of day for sleep will come, come what may with it dreams of yesterday to heal this part that day does claim |