INSALUBRIOUS STATIONS OF INSOMNIA
I hesitate to go to bed.
I'm terribly afraid
That I will not dream with you tonight.
Thought settlements are lurking,
It is too much reproof between us,
Too much fear.
No one knows, neither you
What happens in our dreams.
May be you won’t show up
And I will have to survive
In insalubrious stations of insomnia.
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