midnight sky
the sky
the sky
the sky
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| My head feels empty | ||
| but my mind is full and | ||
| Poetry | spinning, dizzily | |
| Lyrics | whizzing and dancing | |
| Fiction | chasing the stars through the | |
| Essays & Notes |
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| Advice | ||
| Links | My head grows weary | |
| but, though it droops, inside it | ||
| dances across a purple lawn | ||
| and waves at the orange clouds | ||
| as they silently speed across | ||
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| My head tilts, listening, | ||
| but my mind doesn't hear as it | ||
| zooms throughout its world | ||
| and swoops amongst the birds, | ||
| watching the hours as they move across | ||
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| My head is left on earth | ||
| but my mind is elsewhere being | ||
| wooed with scented flowers and | ||
| lights which trick the eyes | ||
| into believe there is no longer a need for | ||
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