Monday, August 13, 2018

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2:19 am
Some things dont change.
She creeps in again,
My old friend.
Shakes me in the night,
Wakes me,
Breaks me...
Put in my stomach,
Heart racing,
She laughs,
I'm pacing.
Old friend?
More like old lover...
Insomnia,
I'll soon disover.

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