falls in the middle of the night.
or maybe
it's the turning
of a doorknob,
or someone climbing
through a window.
it's noise
that wakes me up.
i sigh.
okay.
here we go, but do i
get up.
no.
i need my sleep.
there's nothing here i can't
live without.
everything,
almost everything
can be replaced, even
a second,
or third time.
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