now
everybody is sleeping
one on my own bed
another crumpling on his worn out thin mat
and another,dead for all I care.
for they all asleep.
and I, wide awake
gazing to their death unknowingly
having put such calm faces
not knowing what is it feels like
to feel.
sultry night
and stranded stars.
high on all senses
of wanting what I cannot have.
for I had lost
and I still want her more.
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