Insomnia

[habbalite]

STOP, said Harlequin to the tick-tock man
trapped in thick glass stocks smelling clean stile,

antiseptic like hospital fruit cans.

thrown in fits from violent hands, feral

leaking sand like his thoughts flow thru the cracks

of our intentions echoing peril

spending sleepless hours counting lost facts

bound to numbers with no more relevance

then worms

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[dahlia112484]

OOO!!! :P