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You notice things; Specks on the wall + ceiling fan dialogue                                                              or finger-painting behind                                                                                your eyelids.   You writhe, organise your day. Still you probe the sheets;                              "Will I ever get there?" In your fugue. In your alarm-clock glow.
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Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
Insomnia.
You notice things; Specks on the wall + ceiling fan dialogue                                                              or finger-painting behind                                                                                your eyelids.   You writhe, organise your day. Still you probe the sheets;                              "Will I ever get there?" In your fugue. In your alarm-clock glow.
Thrown together pretty quickly last night :/
l-perry
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17/M/Australia
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
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