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Night Air Time
So now I can't sleep
The air is warm
But cool on the intake
So I must be warmer
The night is in flow
Whether I join it or not
I can hear it
Whispering outside
I had words present
Absent of poem
Saying "tangle"
That woke me
That headache
Scorched a message
That it was still there
Visible to no-one but me
Do cup of tea and paracetamol
Belong in a poem
Perhaps in a magic potion
That banishes headaches
I meant to look at the stars earlier
Perhaps I'll do that
As I breath in and out
Waiting for the air to correct itself
I wish to tumble into sleep
Catch up on the missed minutes
At double speed before
Morning magically appears
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Di11y Da11y
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