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Aug 2016
I'm tired.
I can't sleep.
The room echoes.
Screaming your absence.
It shrieks at me.
My eyes are heavy.
But I cannot sleep.
I think of everything at once.
I think of you in here.
Then you're gone.
So close, but so far.
Within arms reach.
Just like you said.
I need another drink.
And hit of smoke.
Then I can sleep.
His Gweniverre
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