I remember you from before, Insomnia
and now you’re taunting me
beckoning me to ooze forth
more activity
just another peak
another glimpse.
Someone’s excited
and it isn’t me.
The faithful hand never sieges.
Seize the day in opportunity another way.
And that’s all that claps laughter.
It mimics horrendous shrieking laughter
and just another thumbs type away.
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