bothered
by the light.
you throw a shirt
over the clock,
you pull
the blinds tight
and slide
the curtains over.
you close the door,
put a pillow
over your head.
finally it's pitch
black, but
still you can't
sleep. you know
now, that it
has nothing to
do with the light.
by the light.
you throw a shirt
over the clock,
you pull
the blinds tight
and slide
the curtains over.
you close the door,
put a pillow
over your head.
finally it's pitch
black, but
still you can't
sleep. you know
now, that it
has nothing to
do with the light.
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