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Urban Insomnia

I can't sleep at night;
the mysterious hand shakes me into consciousness.
I look beyond to the serene city full of possibility that i wish to know, were it not for fear of gun shot.
I have never lived in a neighborhood...Only have I grown in my mind. Always been me, myself, & I.
I want to be hugged by sheets, were it not for being incomplete.
Damn the summer nights...lovely and unavailable.
I see the cotton ball light on my wall, much like an eye.
I shine it on the city...it goes farther than me.
You know the feeling...




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