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December's Insomnia

Sadness like a storm
in December, lie awake
Never forget; for fear of death,
By fatigue.
Your body, timid and broken,
how now will you fight?
In desperate voices we scream,
for salvation
of any kind.
We seek the help we do not deserve
in both life and music.
Alas, we must not give in!

The strength we have left
will waste within your
empty, limp hands.
How dare you?
Leave us so soon…
We miss the smile, the curse it clung to.
A sister’s last wish
dormant, ungranted.
But she still waits for that grin,
only it will never come.

Replace her, we urge you,
and make no requests.
This one is fragile
and to tell you her story
she must not break.
A crack, a screw,
one must not fall loose.
For if it does, the girl you know
will falter in pain.
A daughter, a friend,
now a mere husk.
Now, we must not let this one break.

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