
When this luxury I seek
Yet, it runs away
Deserting me
Like my shadow in a dark room
I turn and toss
Mind racing like a grinding mill
Where are you?
Sleep
Read. Write. Live!

When this luxury I seek
Yet, it runs away
Deserting me
Like my shadow in a dark room
I turn and toss
Mind racing like a grinding mill
Where are you?
Sleep
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