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Sleepless

I am sleepless in

this city as

heart flutters in

rib cage,

mind spins in

head space,

spirit tugs to

break free.


I am drifting in

memories of

lips brushing

my skin,

chests touching just

briefly,

conversation

leading.


I am sleepless in

anticipation as

heart longs for

contact,

mind wishes to

be with,

spirit dreams of

your light.

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