insipid

occasionally
sleep escapes my
clumsy fingers
now i fumble about
half asleep and
half pissed off
waiting to see
if the sun will
rise or if this
cold that settled
in my heartquiver
will ever cease
as i sit hacking
and wheezing and
longing to dream
of her.

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