what is it about
2025-05-08
sleeping pill on a sleepless night
pilling into the sleep and still not sleeping
sleeping and not sleeping
sleeping and not sleeping
not two opposite acts but one
it is all just one
one in twos
one in twos and my fragmented mind pulls its pieces through either channel without me
being attached to none
i cant tap in
i gotta be
how do you want to read?
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