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Bones melting like lava
Head reeling with too much info
The TV is droning on in the background with a movie whose title is alien to me
I hear dogs barkin, and the distant moans of a radio

It’s just leanin towards midnight
That headache from an uncomfortable hunched position is catching on
The laptop on my laps sighs in contentment

The debate on whether or not I should call it a night
I am zonked, and my mind is in a state of euphoria
I don’t have insomnia, no
I just think best after midnight
When my body signs out and my mind signs in

As the night sighs into deep dark morning
It feels like jazz music
A volcano of sensation desperate for exploration
The night sighs in contentment
And like a cat licking whipped cream off its whiskers
I embrace exhaustion and tuck in.

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