― Stone-hard lying on the bed, I look at the dark ceiling above. Fistful of memories and, handful of love keep me awake. No, it is the eyes that respond not. A blank mind works effortlessly. Mine has an array of feelings un-tuned. Dark eyes stay open all night, A bulb flickers in their vacant stares. [...] .
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