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Insomnia
Background noise.
replaces the soundtrack choice.
listening for a better time.
words disguised as a fragile friend.
weapons recovered from a passionate pen.
cursed the cursive ink.
quills of a fallen feather.
gently flowing.
binding pain with pleasure.
only feeling hurt when everything is okay.
yet being okay with feeling hurt.
somehow i think that not how it works.
but..
its how i work.
as a poet of a storm.
a clouded mind swarms the perception of time.
© Joshua Leyva
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