This war is noise.

The Kingfisher will soon leave.
May 29, 2015, 5:05 am
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This insomnia bleeds the days.

I walk around in this tired haze.

Purple and blue, circles under my eyes.

Aches and pains, stop me when I try.

To honour the night sky.

And sleep.

How will I process all of this today?

I’d like a week to just sleep away.

I know now, to close your tired eyes,

When the sandman comes, to ease you into the night.

Say goodbye to the light.

And sleep.


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