dust keeping away shine
leaves, tables so as mine
i wrote my name and ask
who really invented that
a genius of her/his time
even a mute could, great
i draw a lips across my name
sheer silence still holding intact
am i alone besides mind behind
telling me what to do in due time
i look at wall clock few past dawn
i better go back to bed very soon
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