orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
26 July 2011
Sleep I
Wide awake past midnight
Tormented by memories of you
Lying there lost for hours
For one fleeting moment
I wished you were dead
So I could finally sleep again.
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