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Sep 2013
No time to sleep,
when i'm always awake for
creativity

I like to think i can rest,
but my mind implodes
with cresting thoughts.

they don't pause for sleep,
they are instead dragged on.
By my grogginess.

i bid you (reminiscing) adieu
my fair love that's true.

for the night my mind stirs,
and in the morning old thoughts
occur.
Allison
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