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He sleeps through the night
Rages of a storm, his dreams
Scattering, in the wind
Drenching, as rain pours
Against the windows
This is his life, his imagination
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He sleeps through the fight
Emotionless, visions extreme
Thunderous, a time he sinned
Soaking through, to his core
Now left alone, like a widow
This is his life, his damnation
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
” his dreams
Scattering, in the wind”
Describes a sense of hopeless despair so well.
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Thank you very much, Bernie 💜
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Extremely deep and moving. You can feel the intensity of his emotions.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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It sounded like me, but I tend to snore.
Dark write. So well done.
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LOL you’re too much. Thank you very much! 🙂
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lol
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powerful, dark and beautiful!
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Thank you very much, Penny 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you very much! ❤
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Very powerful 😊💛
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Thank you very much, Walt 🙂 ❤
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You’re very welcome Dorinda ☺💛
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