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Insomnia Haiku

I’m writing haikus when it’s 3am and I can’t get back to sleep.

“Empty and alone, dead mall of insomnia, vacant shells of gone”

“My cruel alarm mock, each tick a beating bass drum, laughing with each boom”

 

My brains on dial-up, my mind keeps pushing “enter”, to download some dreams.

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