sleep

she could smell the rain
It tasted like pancakes on Wednesday
the world darkened under a silver moon
Journeying into never ever land
The curtains closing
The purple haze over the city
Outside her window
Words bid her farewell
Lying still her mind runs
Tales of tomorrow
As if it were yesterday
The cyber girl of the dark
Illuminates through twilight
It’s what day?

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