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INSOMNIA

Paste your emotions on a wall,
Like a jigsaw, coloured blue.

Not everything i think revolves around you.

Lie awake at night, wondering,
Where you are and who you're with.

My insomnia keeps my mind racing round and round.
Continuous oblivion i live in.

The russian doll just shrinks but hides no prize.
People walk around inside their wooden lives,
Thro' streets of grief and gold and prying eyes.

The ugly crowds groan down, blocking
Out more than just the sun.

I'll never sleep until i feel your arms.


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