I want to wake up
saddening discretion from a retreating room.
Images continue while emotions hold still in an eternity that follows the path of a single clock.
Circular in my sleep, the day rambles on with heavy steps and the nights follows.
I'm convinced that my eyes are open, but still I realize I haven't opened my eyes
In a long time.
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