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When The Heart Sleeps

I’ll go away if you want

Like ghosts; love’s apparitions

In no condition

The soul will not sleep

Where the heart doesn’t rest

Whole and breathe deep

The mind becomes a mess

Dreaming of someone far away

Distantly where no one can wait

Walking away with no one to nowhere

And a feeling that you are right there

And that I am, disappearing

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry Prose

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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