she came the first day of class.
she came like a summer breeze, but we were on autumn.
she said “i am insomnia”.
she spoke in a little quiet cute voice.
that very day, insomnia came and took my sleep away.
now my sleepless nights are from insomnia,
and for insomnia.
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insomnia.
Casuale«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»
