week small hours.
Trying to copy the others sleeping, not understanding what keeps me awake; perhaps just one more ache.
e-0-0
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RE: RE: week small hours.
Creeping through the quiet I try not to wake another soul until time has brought me to slumber again to rest my weary head.
e-0-1
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RE: week small hours.
At three, I awaken without any warning, but can't leave my bed when dark turns to morning.
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3 a.m.
books of drab and boring things bring back sleep on drowsy wings. I keep a cache always on hand; sleep inducement on command.
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3 a.m.
Nothing more boring than reading a book that it took the author too long to write, leaving us plodding from page to page, dragging along through the bleary night.
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RE: RE: wee small hours.
I keep the ipad charging digital bulging books nite mode on, while hubby snores it spares me angry looks
e-1-0
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RE: wee small hours.
midnight strikes the turning time, darkness changed to day. sleep turns to anticipation of tomorrow's fray.
se-1-1
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week small hours.
at night we try to fall asleep but fail again at each small peep
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weeping in the small hours.
At one and two and three i wonder what is left of me pursuing sleep without a chance i might as well get up and dance
s-1-3
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RE: 3 a.m.
Also by my bed at night a tempting pile of good stuff excitement, laughs and mystery, avoiding all the chick fluff
n-1-4
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RE: weird small hours.
We danced until the clock struck two, Being tired had not bothered our feet, Until the sunrise shining far in the distant view, an early diner breakfast before we get to sleep.
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weird small hours.
midnight marks another hour no longer or shorter a night remains but sleep evades my restless power to hide, beneath its cover, my pains
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wee small hours.
at night we try with every charm to light our world and stay off harm.
2-2-2055
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RE: wee small hours.
Restless and wide awake at 2AM the mind is in full motion thoughts and dreams on a journey to take toward the desired conscious destination.
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RE: RE: 3 a.m.
His side of the bed became my stash of books and clothes and just plain trash.
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weird small hours.
The sweetest memories remain of days without a care or pain, If we could go back there again, to dance away the night, to dance into a fresh new day.
n-3-0
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RE: wee small hours.
When the day is done and done, the past comes creeping in, as if it hadn't had it's turn it encores once again.
ne-3-1
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RE: wee small hours.
Nite light of the Moon shines through the darkness as a candles illuminating golden halo among the multitude of stars embers glowing against the sky.
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wee small hours.
All night I try with every breath to sleep not fearing thoughts of death //
nw-3-3
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3 a.m.
At 3:00 I rise as sleep derides my bleary blurry burning eyes, I toss the blankets to the floor and try to fall asleep once more ... ... ...
n-3-4
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all grown up
fed on stars and fairy tales, believing everything I'm told. gullible and so naive, but less so now I'm old.
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black cat
Spook doesn't sleep at night. i hear her restless pace. thumping up and down the stairs as if this were her place
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RE: wee small hours.
3 a.m., the devil's hour when sleep is slaked a bit, at least enough for futile thoughts to start a worry fit.
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RE: RE: wee small hours.
I will string the moon for you with stars like twinkling pearls and you shall walk through blackened night among galactic swirls.
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RE: RE: RE: wee small hours.
The moon and stars hang high and long sparkling gems in the night plays the moonlight serenade and love song as heartbeat rhythms put diamonds in her eyes.
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