Sleepy CalculationsA Poem by devon2 A.M. Cold, uncovered feet. Unoccupied bed sheets. Tired eyes are resisting sleep. But insomnia slaughtered all the sheep, So I count the minutes, instead. 2:01 A.M. © 2012 devonFeatured Review
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