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​Some nights my sleep
​is interrupted by strange thoughts.
​People fish-cold and silent.
​Sitting in deaths waiting room
​without any misgivings.
​Crickets singing the
​whole night away.
​Feeling ashamed
of their past mistakes.
​On nights like this,
​I am glad to wake-up.
​To face the day
​with flowers in bloom.
​And words that can
light ​up a soul.
​As good words should.