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in a fitful, sleepless state, she finds me
night skitters across silent rooftops
mad starless gales howl “could have beens”
midnight sleet spittles “what-ifs”
shapeless trees shush regret
things go bump in it
as it settles
night mutates
shaping
dreams
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Originally published at A Cornered Gurl on Medium for the Nonet the Night challenge.
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Once again you have touched off a chain of thought I am want to ponder….
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Hopefully it’s good, nostalgic pondering?
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