there are times at night,
when i cannot sleep
and the muse is not cooperating
the bed is empty
i find myself sitting and thinking
sipping my coffee
working on a cigarette.
listening to the most wonderful
glorious silence
that any human ear would want to hear.
it almost makes me want to weep.
but i do not.
do you?
when i cannot sleep
and the muse is not cooperating
the bed is empty
i find myself sitting and thinking
sipping my coffee
working on a cigarette.
listening to the most wonderful
glorious silence
that any human ear would want to hear.
it almost makes me want to weep.
but i do not.
do you?
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