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Sep 2018
The vertigo invades my brain
And as I lay awake
The self diagnosis makes me question
My intentions

If only he’d be able to hear me
Without me saying a word
You’re lazy, you’re lazy

Restless silence
Bubbling water
Inconsistent ticking
I fall asleep

And yet
I must talk myself into sleeping
Convince myself that
My pillow loves me
Just as a lover would
Written by
Nicole
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