to approach boredom
one sleeps before night comes
sleepless at the deep part of the night
one roams the silence of the ceiling like a flashlight
nights are long these days
and its silence wants to make you sick
i am telling you use your bones until they are about to
fall from the hold of your flesh
make full use of your body throughout the day
and when it is time to rest your body in bed
it will have no time telling another story
snores spread like flowers on the grass
imitated from someone's moans in a
wedding in the merry month of
June....
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