tis
a
shade
past the middle
of
the night
tis
quiet
with the
exception
of the pulse of
the waves
and
your breathe
whispering in
my ear
tis
time
for
all good and sane
people
to be asleep
yet
i
am
awake
pondering
life's
questions
and
eating a mandarin,
juice
bursting with citric
sweetness
running down
my chin
tis
slightly
absurd
yet
slightly
decadent
staring
into
the depths
of the night
with the
taste of
mandarin
on the tip
of your tongue
tis
one
of this
insomniac's
quiet
joys
tis...tis...tis
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
tis
a
shade
past the middle
of
the night
tis
quiet
with the
exception
of the pulse of
the waves
and
your breathe
whispering in
my ear
tis
time
for
all good and sane
people
to be asleep
yet
i
am
awake
pondering
life's
questions
and
eating a mandarin,
juice
bursting with citric
sweetness
running down
my chin
tis
slightly
absurd
yet
slightly
decadent
staring
into
the depths
of the night
with the
taste of
mandarin
on the tip
of your tongue
tis
one
of this
insomniac's
quiet
joys
tis...tis...tis
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