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Mar 2018
You can't call a soul

@9pm

But is lifetimes away
From awakening
As much as I adore the sound of your voice
You don't sound like yourself
When you're tired anyway
I'll let you sleep.
It's your sleep
Your journey
And it's the most important.
And not mine to disrupt.

I shake your slumber
I make the room too hot
And too cold
I'm dancing with the music high
And crying louder than the music's lows
You'll be waking up too soon with me around.
And it's important to get the full amount
Before you awake

It's a good thing my feet are on the ground
Otherwise, I'd fly right over through you window.
And if the shattering glass managed to sound better
Than the fall to the floor,
I wouldn't be up to much sleeping either
I sat on the ledge for awhile. Until you closed the window.
I still have my wings, but I still come back to the ground
Garrett Burger
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