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It’s four in the morning

And I’m staring
At the dark walls,
Waiting for sunrise.
Two hours ago
I shut my notebook
After staring at it
For four hours and more

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I’ve been staring at the canvas with the steak of red and brown for the last fifteen minutes. The limelight wraps it in an air of importance I’m unable to give it. It’s the maze that traps me at lunch and, again at midnight when I’ve fluffed the pillow thrice, or anytime between, before or after.

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