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Open and wide, my orbs hurt they. Blinking in gloom, hackneyed but nay. My thoughts jumbled but bright as day, For all I did is not but lay. Early hours, slothful I am. From rise of dawn, I'm all but calm. My work is done, but all is sham. For awake I am to all that's gam. Wistful and sad throughout my being, Odious I am to all but keen, I none but wish to make it lin. All contempt inferior to the insomniac!
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
Insomniac
Open and wide, my orbs hurt they. Blinking in gloom, hackneyed but nay. My thoughts jumbled but bright as day, For all I did is not but lay. Early hours, slothful I am. From rise of dawn, I'm all but calm. My work is done, but all is sham. For awake I am to all that's gam. Wistful and sad throughout my being, Odious I am to all but keen, I none but wish to make it lin. All contempt inferior to the insomniac!
HafsahKabo
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May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
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