Lunacy

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Caught under the moon's cross-hairs

Pinned just out of sleep's reach.

Starlight scattered along the open air

A world of color to bleach.

Running fingers over tired eyelids

Hearing the exhausted wind sigh.

Counting every single thing I did

To try and get some sleep tonight.

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