the city glows at night
so man people aren't sleeping
so many are-
they can't see the lights, but they're dreaming
they don't miss them like the ones
behind closed doors
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Thoughts Of An Insomniac
PoesieWhen I can't sleep My mind lives in a twilight Between beautiful thoughts and insomnia Where is it my thoughts go when the lights are out? a collection of words with extra spaces some may call poetry
