time wears thick
on my heavy glasses
as they sink
deep into my forehead
drawing a line
engraved
it sits in silence
awaiting release
the pillow lets me rest
the pillow lets me breath
the line dissipates
I floats upon
a midnight cloud
the clock strikes 6
my pumpkin is a car
my stoic line returns
to face a new day
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