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Of the night remaining in my heart
Saturday, July 12, 2008
The clock strikes 3.48 a.m. in the morning but my senses are listening for the familiar rustle of leaves at this hour where the gentle night wind always gather. I have my empty stare at the walls with my mind lost. The night came and went.

I did not sleep well but these feelings remain familiar. I seem to be searching for something, yet I do not know what it is.

Searching foolishly for what I do not know.

Alas, yet the night remains in my heart.

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The night was dead, just as I have been.

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At July 13, 2008 7:14 PM, Blogger sam said........
Hello right back at you, fellow Project Blook writer!
 


At July 14, 2008 5:55 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said........
It is amazing how you can describe those feelings in a few lines of words. I can to relate to it.
 


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