I Write Poetry Sleep Never Comes Wrapped in a sea of blankets, sleep never comes. Sorrow...

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Sleep Never Comes Wrapped in a sea of blankets, sleep never comes. Sorrow fills the empty spaces of my mind as I stare into a ceiling of stars. I've grown weary of yearning for you, of imagined pleasures, of how your finger would feel...

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SerenitiesScars · 36-40, M

We need to form a club of those in longing... 👀 We can bring donuts and muffins and get together once a week and pour out our hearts about our updates on all our love troubles..

SW-User

I love the image it invokes, well done

Cmstars · 22-25, F

@SW-User Thank you!

masterofyou · 70-79, M

Very nice with heart and empathy.... I love it...

GeistInTheMachine · 31-35, M

Quite damned relatable.

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