Sleepless nights. I don’t get them very often, but when I do, there’s no stopping them. Once my dreams have given up on me for good, the night is over. I can’t blame her… I guess, I should stick with my dreams for a little longer, even the silly ones. Especially the silly ones. Until then, I’ll provide entertainment for the darkness.
Suns fell down this cliff.
Now moons guard me with patience,
watch the sleepless dance.
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