~Sleep~ — % & 2:37 AM The poet isn't sleeping ton |

~Sleep~ — % & 2:37 AM The poet isn't sleeping tonight. His unfinished work has kept him up. He is searching for a bunch of metaphors under his pillow, looking for a handful of onomatopoeia in between the creases of his covers. And eyeing at his dreamcatcher with longings filled in his heart to filter him some alliterations. Amidst all the din and bustle, I fade there in the dark, waiting for the moment the poet will catch my glimpse. And the clock hits 2:38. 2:38 AM The vagrant isn't sleeping tonight. The

~Sleep~ — % & 2:37 AM The poet isn't sleeping ton

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