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Jul 2020
Often,
I wake in the middle,
And at all other hours,
Of the night.

Sometimes,
I hear the joints
Of this old building,
Creaking.

I have to remind myself
It's older than I am;
Likely has more complaints,
But fewer demons.
For the insomniac
A Mess of Words
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A Mess of Words  M
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     Megan, ---, Adaley June, Nikki and X
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