As dust settles in our eyes, my acidic tongue awakens.
A blackened sprout-like enemy,
it attempts to turn me blind.
As you succumb to sleep, my consciousness begins to shame me;
a blanket so heavy I wish for suffocation.
I cannot bear to sleep with a lead-heavy head.
A pillow, however plush,
could perish underneath my burning temple.
A strained, springless mattress ridden with unease.
I wish that I could join you in slumber.
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