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upon this non-existing ceiling, projected
a rejected vision

these crystal thoughts
her clarity of mind, shattered
like glass

no glue can mend what they broke
no patches
nor bandages

she needs sleep to heal
a slow slumber, a quietude
to wake
finding the dawn of reclaimed dreams

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wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
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In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night