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The Sonnets blaze flickers light
There will be no sleep today,
My night.
Razor's edge, Winters lull,
November's new moon;
Has turned clouded and dull.
Thought's churn of magnetic fields
Displaced by a sour Sun.
Parallel dreams of tinged tales,
Making sense to no one.

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moses lee