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Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Scribbling ...

Long have these eyes stayed open,
now heavy with the weight of minutes
that have been flooding in
all day long.
The bed awaits to be messed up
by careless tosses and turns
and meaningless kicking off
of blankets to the floor.
They stay still
till these lips have left their mark
on your forehead
when you fall asleep.

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