woke up this morning
feeling a bit ill at ease.
seemed like i lost something
when i was asleep.
a cold gnawing hunger
that was akin to despair
had laid down his head
and began to rest there.
under cascading images,
beneath a downpour of words
stars made of wishes
that only i heard.
in a world of forgotton
only whispers occur.
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