Quiet time
thoughts cumbersome,
intrinsic revelations
pills new secrets, hidden behind the face
asleep,
in appearance.
Pupils cry for help;
unconscious of being seen,
look,
observed
set the sound of nothing,
envelops us in machines off,
circulation beats faster, from angry
feelings.
waiting for the light to illuminate the dark side,
the shadow of thought already chewed
in adipose past.
you would like to smile!
Like the sun after the storm, the lightning chased
that both are bad!
Now close your eyes and rest,
I'll be the last call before the morning!
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