The delirium
Of 4 AM
The moving walls
And long lived yawns
Headphones
Both keeping me awake
And lulling me to sleep
A pile of books
Ominous
And daunting
The reason for this
This is a waking nightmare
The kind that marks
Your paper with an F
Or your presentation
With a U
I always thought
U was for umbrella
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