Sleep Accident

I can only sleep at night by accident,

Running circles on my back like an insomniac call-girl.

If only I could get rid of even just a little bit.

Feelings of betrayal eat away at my TV dinner,

Oh how I wish I could cook.

Bring me back home, I am not here.

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dougheal

Electric cosmic lounge lizard of the wheeling variety. Lover of fine food, beautiful people, creative thinkers and fantastic voyages. Multi-media artist and writer.

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