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May 2013
i know it's late
and you've probably already
put down your book
turned off your bedside lamp
and fallen into a deep sleep
but for me it's not so easy
when you're my book
and my bedside lamp
and i can't put you down
or turn you off
because my thoughts can't move
one inch without bumping
into some memory of you
and i'd like to know
how you do it
how you so easily drift off
into a night filled with dreams
that aren't about me.
quinn collins
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quinn collins  new york
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