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Nov. 19th, 2004 07:25 amI sometimes feel strangely wistful coming upon a morning at the end of my night; as though some elusive order, some peace, might be grasped, if only I had it right side up. You'd think this sort of discontent would make it easier for me to adjust my sleep schedule.
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Date: 2004-11-19 01:13 pm (UTC)Strange, soft, distantly waking
As I close my eyes.
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Date: 2004-11-19 04:14 pm (UTC)When I've no more breath to hold
~ Melpomene
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Date: 2004-11-20 12:05 am (UTC)into a silver sleeping
mist that clouds the sky
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Date: 2004-11-20 11:19 am (UTC)Shines in on me as I set.