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I am not a poet.
it's early.  my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.
Alarm clock wakes me Push snooze. Nine minutes later Alarm clock wakes me
Late at night, with sleep evading, I lie on my back, counting sheep The night ticking by, slowing fading, All I want is a few hours of sleep, But the morning is coming, evading
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