But
if I go to sleep
I’ll miss out on all of
the nothing.
Like how I forgot to ask
Mel how her day was back.
After she asked me so kindly,
in the shrouded space of a
blacked-out gallery.
You know,
the important stuff.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
But
if I go to sleep
I’ll miss out on all of
the nothing.
Like how I forgot to ask
Mel how her day was back.
After she asked me so kindly,
in the shrouded space of a
blacked-out gallery.
You know,
the important stuff.
Restless minds for pretty girls.
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