Voices
Speaking
Crawling
Bedward
Making
Themselves
Content
Finding
Spaces
Emptied
Where
There
Were
Two
Now
Is
Just
One
Voices
Creeping
Sneaking
Into
Dreaming
Leaving
Restless
Always
Laughing
Sneering
Keep
Them
With
Me
To
Fill
The
Void
Voices
Finding
Empty
Without
Safety
Shelter
Under
Covers
Listen
Weeping
Love or its loss always end up in insomnia…
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So true, but I would rather the former than the latter!
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So do I! πππ€π€
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