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lazy night

Lazy night
with my eyes wide open
and dust
collecting on the surfaces of my life.
Black night,
no star to comfort;
to offer their eyes
awake with mine.
i drift between this world and that of my future,
that's why they call them dreams,
that's why you're asleep
when they all come true
which is why the sun
is so beautifully
good night,
lazy night.

21 Nov 06

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yawn, so sleepy, good night :)
 — Ananke

this is nice
 — unknown