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Dear Insomnia, I'm going to Miss You ( But not Really)

Well old friend,

I suppose this is

about the time;

I am pressed

to bid you adieu. 


Adieu! With habit

I grew accustomed 

to your meandering 

after sunset

before dawn 

(Red Eyes, I 

couldn't see 

you if I tried)


I am so sorry 

But it has come

time for me to let

you go; watch over

another frustrated

poet or love-sick 

teenager somewhere

in the midlands


I won't be jealous

Perhaps only a 

little envious

But that's because

What we had, 

Baby,

Most people

only dream about.


Good Bye Insomnia, 

A fair-weather 

friend that stole

my umbrella 

when the rains 

came down.

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