The restless moon, a voyeur of my naked insanity
dripping insomnia, echoing the bitter caffeine
like a ghost haunting the silence of my obscenity,
ignoring the pain of my sacroiliac. “Sleepless in Seattle.”
Exploring the intersection in the dark corners of my chaos
that settle in the bottom of the carafe, like a storefront window
on 5th avenue. “Sleepless in Seattle.”
Rated for Teens(13+) 

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