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Damien Healy: Empty Lot

Damien Healy: Empty Lot

Nightmares   Sleep without dreaming, For fear the dreaming may bring her back. A motionless snooze, Congealing everything within a trance. Slumbering eyes fully open, To keep succubus at arms length. Lethargic stillness, Brought on by umpteen apparitions. Insecure rest, Owing to unrequited adoration. Wayward napping, Interrupted with unwanted visitants. The night terrors which haunt me twenty-four seven.   Empty lot   Spirals in squares, Confined to overgrow the pedestrian walkways of life. Burrowing knee deep in a chipped teacup,…

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