Pillows

I toss and I turn,

As I yearn,

For morning to come.

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One

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Hour

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At

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A

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Time

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It slips slowly like I’m

carefully

balancing on ice.

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Find the cold side of the pillow again.

Pretend you’re asleep.

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Repeat.

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