Quarter to the hour right
Where it ends
Spring back another
Life to begin.
Push forward the blankets sheets pillows
where you once weeped.
Can't comfortably sleep with
Demons in the head. Let the reaper dig deep.
For once I hit the hour soul's siphon soon devour
Faith outlast the devilish
Glances in your eyes cast ocular
spiritual dances.
On the road for the midnight show.
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