Eyes and eyelids prevent the absence
the night is horrible even with some light on.
While thoughts occupy the mind
the mirage of an eternal and perfect rest
shaken by insomnia that corrupts the bed
mindless game of the mirror
while the loud barking of a dog
Pencil an open sores in his side
passions devoid of light with no glare
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