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I Think Of You Through the Watches of the Night

I think of you through the watches of the night;
with a barred lung; head exiled into
the wall
of nothingness
or memories that make you feel-
Nothing.

I think of you through the watches of the night;
and my nose is clogged with:
water, ashes and diaspora.
I guess it was part of the plan-
to lure me away from,
from the things that make me go
"huh?"
And the things that make me-
Me.

I think of you through the watches of the night;
And I wait,
And wait some more,
And endure the endless waiting;
for you to come back and
knock on the door,

But that will never happen-
Never.