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Insomniac's Lament

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Can't sleep.
restlessly moving...
twisting back and forth,
up and down,
trying to get to sleep...
It's too hot, now too cold.
I am too young to feel this old,
too young to think of disasters,
too young to burn midnight's oil...
And Can't sleep.
Too much light,
not enough water,
more awake than the hour before...
Want to sleep.
slipping though channels,
turning on and off,
Now it's too quiet to sleep...
Just right,
as I sigh,
drifting off to beddie- bye...
CRAP!
I am wake...
and late.





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