One last poem. "Regular" blog post coming very soon, I promise.
Happy
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couldnt sleep last night
i dont know why -
or, i do i just would
have thought contentment
would bring sister
sleep with it, or
at the very least
restfulness.
ha, in my hands
hope does more damage than
even despair.
now even the sleep is
wrung out of me,
taking the familiar lonely,
shaking the soft conviction of
sadness that says
"there is a greater end to life
than to be happy"
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