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Jeremy Smyers
Insomnia
and then the thoughts
in the middle of the night come.
the words are actually written
on the wall.
scarlet letter?
no, but just as bad.
lies and deception
and burning bridges
are left
from the one that didn't care,
didn't think.
recluse bound love is what I call it.
middle of the night,
screaming names,
pulling hair,
gnashing teeth,
pacing,
begging,
pleading,
what do you do when you can't sleep at night?
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