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It's five to three and my mind won't quiet
A million different thoughts congregated
In a rioted debate
I wait on the clock to stop but the
Tick tick tick is keeping me awake
Time stopping time from stopping.
It's strange, the unconscious brain
Like tapping into the universe
In sleep.
Body in a slumped heap
I lie awake with these thoughts
Ironically keeping me up
Simultaneously worryin...
Friday 8th May 2015 11:32 pm
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