the wax puddle
is cold my thoughts shut
down for the night
i sigh chest tight
radio silent stars
not in the sky
gray clouds instead
look up across ceiling
cobwebs caught in memory
fluttering in preparation
for dreams
before the pills
words less spoken
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words less spoken 
That’s interesting, before the pills, I’m puzzling over that. Are the pills taken before so that dreams don’t come, or are they taken after the dreams arrive, to erase the dreams. I can relate to the wax puddle because we light candles every night.
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I guess it doesn’t matter about pills dreams come at any time 😊
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It would not be easy before nor I guess after but yes for a while. The tall buildings, a life in hurry, no pause to the thoughts.
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yes! thank you friend for reading and visiting xo
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Love those last four lines. Well done!
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thank you friend xo
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