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At Night

What is the noise in my head when the dread fills me with doubt so much that I cannot go to bed.

I feel the hours passing through my fingers. I feel my youth getting longer. The hour lingers as I feel my way to a conclusion I’ve had before.

At night in bed I feel for an emotional response. I touch and stroke the endless thoughts.

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