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Reflections
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Night time was always a curse to happiness.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 95 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-19-07 - id: 2364004
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Reflections

Knees bent up, head up against the thin wall
How the sounds travel unreservedly from room to room
But luckily my sounds, are in a soundproof place
My thoughts can never run freely from the walls
They are stuck in
Generously placed but parsimoniously poisoned
As the cloudless – night sky appears
A canvas for my mind to paint pictures
That have passed – reminiscences
Like a Moonlight Sonata
All drama included
Memoirs reeled among the night canvas
Playing all the moments we've lost
Sharp shock spirit
Night time was always a curse to happiness

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