The emptiness
Of a quiet
Insomniac night
Fixing
The ghostly whispers
Fading
down
Bouncing
Against the walls
Like a perfect waltz
Of bewilderment
The amplitude
Of a magestic loneliness
Spreading
Its wings
Like a promise
Of doubts
And of blessed
Freedom
Stuck
On sleepy
Loving eyes

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