3am
Mind wandering
Looking
Searching
Morpheus, where are you?
Mind exhausted
Heart, tired
Slowly
Gently seeping
Yawn.
I remembered the
Pillow
Buried myself in it
And it smelled like your
Hair
Flooding
Rushing
nostalgia
No,
Nostalgia.
I will never get to sleep.
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