For I should be snoring Nose-
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P in pillows, cocooned in blankets.
But, I'm thinking of you.
Engulfed in darkness of the
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T might not be the right time to do so.
But I lay sleepless and dreamless:
I'm thinking of you.
I should be hugging teddy bears,
Counting S
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P, shooting rockets in my head.
And I know I should be sleeping to see what's ahead.
But this bed is so rocky
And I'm without luck.
My Z's and my yawns get swept under rugs.
I know my eyes beg to
C
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In this lonely, dark room.
But in silence and longing;
I'm thinking of you.
YOU ARE READING
houses with better views: poetry
Poetrydo you ever wonder what's going on inside? like genuinely, besides the inner monologue? the way your heart pumps, the way your arteries are the taxi drivers of your life, and your bones move you to where you need to go. there's a lot to wonder and s...
