"as i turned out the lights
and the darkness sank in
i never realized what this could mean:
when one moment in your life
stretched on like eternity
in your silence, in your day,
...a million miles away.
and in my wistful restless night
like thieves with no disguise,
your seismic existence
consume my sanity and my satirical soul
with your voice which never left my head"
oh nostagia, what a wicked thing!
when sleep deprives you, there is nothing you can do but write about it.
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