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May 2019
Sleep hides behind her gossamer veil,
Like a ****** bride on her wedding day;
The centre of attention, unfashionably late,
And blushing with a promise as yet undelivered.

‘I’m an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.’
- Pete Wentz, Gray
annh
Written by
annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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