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Some sleepless nights 

 white, hollow and palpable 


I daydream of days 
beautiful merry-go-rounds

where the fidgeting sun
taunt, brute and groaning

never comes out.

And slowly a storm
silky, neon and blinding

 is opening a window
brittle, o-so yellow

in my heart

green and distend

from where one day you shall depart.

So, don't be

stirred, doe-eyed, alarmed or surprised

 if you find the sun
suddenly

gone

dark.

"L'amour est un oiseau rebelle."