Une Nuit Blanche
By MistakenMagic
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Around the pillow my thoughts
are racing. Racing from ear to ear
through every strand of my hair -
swerving, swerving.
They refuse to give up!
My fingers slide through tunnels
of duvet - searching. Searching
as lonely moles that seek out sleep
in bed-sheet shafts - digging, digging.
But no luck, no luck!
I move from mountain range to foetal - twisting,
turning. Turning in the grooves
of this grave - arms as wings,
waving, waving.
The pillows pin me, hard as hooks!
Before my eyes a broken picture show -
flashing. Flashing like ancient animation
or some old, chipped vinyl - scratching, scratching.
My mind just gets stuck...
gets stuck ...
gets stuck ...
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It doesn't matter cos this
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Another class piece Magic;
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well done on the cherry
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Magic by name and Magic by
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Hi Magic. Been there, done
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Hey -I've missed all the
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well well well...it appears
jason
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Well, you know, if you think
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Hmm... Not quite what I
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Apologies to anybody who
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i was rambling, but thanks
jason
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to be honest, i don't have a
jason
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Firstly, 'Turning in the
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Ooooh, how exciting! Good
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Wow, so many comments Magic!
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