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Sleep, an imaginary friend.

Tangible in thought, illusive and unattainable

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Loneliness, alike,

reaching into your soul, aggressive and unreasonable.

Whats left from the scuffle,

a scene from a train wreck or tornado

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Salvageable?

the morning will show.

Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Written by Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Telling stories my heart needs to tell

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