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Sep 2016
There are nights that I can't fall asleep
I feel flat
I feel only one inch wide
And gravity pulling me downward

I want to sit up
I want to have depth
I want to walk around street lamps
And feel like lights are tiny stars to wish on

I could use this one night
But instead I'm counting the ceiling tiles
Like seconds until the sun comes up
And waiting for my time to drift off cliffs
Again just trying to write without any revisions or second thought as to what I want to say
Allan Frei
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