Beating heart
trembling fingers
voices argue in his head;
he shivers quietly.
Dancing thoughts,
self-indulgence.
No escape
until sunrise.
Sunrise
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Beating heart
trembling fingers
voices argue in his head;
he shivers quietly.
Dancing thoughts,
self-indulgence.
No escape
until sunrise.
vinnylanni 
This is beautiful ❤️ The kind of stuff I’d be asked to analyse in uni – keep writing, you’re great 😀💕
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Excellent work!
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beautiful x
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Can’t Sleep huh
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This is a nice haiku
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Nightmare, Vinny. Always good when morning comes!
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Sounds like someone is having a bad night :(
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During that one night maybe lol But it’s just real, honest writing!
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