Insomnia
the smell of smoke drifts
from the burning mountains
your breath moving
the strands of my hair
new light touches
the corner
of the bedside table
and tells me
what i don't remember
the smell of smoke drifts
from the burning mountains
your breath moving
the strands of my hair
new light touches
the corner
of the bedside table
and tells me
what i don't remember
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