tedious days and boring nights - how lucky can one person get? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My palette is empty after over-busy school and tense homework. By the time dark night staggers onstage, sleep is my longed-for, sexy muse. I’m greedy for sweet, numb sleep or perhaps to dream love-flushed fantasies.
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