
The silent night
full of books all around
~ nevertheless I cough.
The cat in its place
small children are sleeping
~ tick tock of the alarm clock.
I yawn and scratch
the skin makes the moon sing
~ sitting I contemplate.
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The silent night
full of books all around
~ nevertheless I cough.
The cat in its place
small children are sleeping
~ tick tock of the alarm clock.
I yawn and scratch
the skin makes the moon sing
~ sitting I contemplate.
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