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[buio_omega]

behind sheets
under pillows and away
from the bed
my ghost drifts and paces -
unable to drift into a
darkening slumber to be
held in the billowing cloth
of those soft and silent hours

time tics slowly, unhurried by the toil
that daylight encourages, and lags
behind, losing itself in the wet grass
lightly shifting under the mist of the

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[buio_omega]

You suck! You used drift twice!