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Apr 2015
Lying in bed is the single loneliest thing
A person can do
You watch the night sky
through your bedroom window
And count each star behind the clouds
You count them, over and over
You lie to yourself
As every cloud passes
You can taste the deceit
Your brain always lies,
You've heard it all before
"You'll meet someone new"
"You'll find the right one"
Your mind plays its tricks
Time and time again
But you no longer listen
Because there's nothing to hear,
Those stars died long ago
And those clouds are barely there
So you shut your eyes
And you forget everything
The lonely bed, the empty room
I'm no longer listening
Christopher Zaghi 2015
Christopher Zaghi
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Christopher Zaghi  Toronto
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