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a man trying to sleep in a bus

You Sleep; I Will Wake You Up

Day by day, as my nights waned Unto ’nother sunrise, I waited like a schoolboy For my school bus, Distracted by a hundred thoughts And sometimes by the traffic ahead, Seeking what was sure to come Or hoping it wouldn’t at all, That I might

Lone figure overlooking a frozen lake at night.

I Carry Winter in My Bones

Cold is the hue of my blanket, Blue is the ice in my soul. A lesson left by a devil, Whose winter never left my bones. What brews inside Is buried deep within. It might surface in hints On dewy nights And windy days, Where