The fluffy flimsy wind disrupted,
The distant after mid-night wailings
Shrilling more than those incessant screeches—
The medium, lively breaths, a dirge:
Waiting for another cruel morning, hapless,
Struck the same chord mutely I sang…
The growls, the whines a lax snoring,
The next door, ignored amid self-gaiety,
Oblivious to how I consoled and soothed,
This wilted pulse achingly engorged.
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