Dull Dreams Read Count : 45

Category : Poems

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It is a kind of loneliness that creeps
Through my thoughts. 
 It's a kind of cold 
That breaks all my bones. 

 It is the cold thrill that passes 
Through the spinal cord.
It is the tear that covers
 Every cell of mine.  

Loneliness in two,
 Loneliness being alone, 
Is a kind of loneliness that is born
 When feelings begin to fade away.  

Dull dreams,
 Spring in the middle of summer, 
Is a kind of loneliness 
That seeps through my breathing.

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