Thursday, March 19, 2015


His feet were cold
And whatever left on his right was even colder.
He wanted to sleep before the sun rises;
At least tonight. 
He longed for sleep and hoped his entire left didn't wake up; 
At least tonight.
Some part of him wanted him to sleep.But the other was right.
There were Chirps and melodies to his left 
And Metal and chaos to his right 
He had to choose.
Between left and right.
Instead he had questions 

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