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One of the many poems I write late at night when I can't sleep.
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A poem I wrote late at night, remembering how the arctic wind had swept in my doorway that day, instantly shattering a glass that apparently could not..
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A poem I wrote, as with many others, while having a bit of an insomnia attack. I never know what I have written until I go back and look.
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Another poem from the depths of insomnia.
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