cold through my skin
and tired all day
would curl up under comforters
close my eyes until night
opens the skies
who let this weariness in
it had no invitation
the guest list is very exclusive
only these words and i
and quiet longing
too much to do
so much to write
the coffee gasps
exasperated that three cups
are not enough
my eyelids cannot lift
my sideways tilting mind
slipping into dreams
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