Nightwatch
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Her night bed wakes
with anxious stirring.
Hell is the sleeplessness
of night never over.
Open, never sleeping eyes
and brain.
The sifting thoughts
of minds slow cycle.
Her body cowers in time
with each pulse
beating away seconds,
and coffee cold
as the on coming dawns
cloudy windows.
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