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These witches are not letting me go
To sleep, to take rest for good
Weaving words into net
Nets into thoughts
Pure and green, holy like them
I rise up from my warm bed just before mid night
They are all calling me
To supply a glass of fresh water
To the world of thirst and hunger
A gust of wind with a bit extra oxygen

To the suffocated, breathless
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Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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