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Short Nameless Reveries

3 Hours of Sleep, and

my spine might slide out

if I don’t sit up straight enough.

And yes, I am tired, thanks for asking; the bags under my eyes are nearly purpling like orchids. All the vapor has left my body so that I’m a collection of drolling and hiccups and slurred laughter, drunk on my own exhaustion.

 

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