a black-winged dove
hovered near the moon
as a fist thundered through the wall
she was sinking into her tears
feeling the barbs from her pillow of dreams
twisted shadows taunting
drunken echoes
in this endless night
and how she could feel them
a million eyes , staring
outside her broken window
there , down there
in the streets , those dirty streets
away from their beds
sleepless
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