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Woundedheart

The Beauty of the Night

Well I am awake. The others deep in slumber. Even the fur babies are resting peacefully. I wake up at 11 p and there is sleep no more.  This is the only time I can embrace my dreams. I can wish for what I want to and have no other opinions about that. No one can burst my balloon. They sleep with their pins underneath there pillows. Hail to the morning for it begins, in all its fresh and new beginnings. Problem is, I'll be asleep by noon. 

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