except for those few nights when the snow was falling
that I leapt out of my skin
and while the moon was out
my body was still
worn out
days rolling in and out of each other
won't send me to sleep
not the wind or rain
not the sun coming round
not your face or your laugh
crawl across the ocean floor, up through my window
read me poems to sleep
bring back the stars in the sky and my eyes
reset the beat of my clock and my heart
oh the irony of a red bull keeping me up at night.
this one:
Not this one:
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