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Midnight Muse
- Krista
- Feb 3, 2016
- 1 min read
I toss, I turn I think, I think My mind never rests My thoughts are in sync If my ears could copy If my cheek could compose a room full of pillows would be inked, prose after prose. A great idea! Line, plot, word, A promising work this time I'm sure I wake, I rise I think, I think My ideas are gone My brain needs more ink.
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