Every night
I turn and flip
and
Fluff my pillow.
I turn out the light.
My cheek chases the coolness
and
I think of the past,
Consider the future,
and
I am still.
I turn and flip
and
Fluff my pillow.
I turn out the light.
My cheek chases the coolness
and
I think of the past,
Consider the future,
and
I am still.
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