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introspection, 2am version

i want to be an asterisk to the highlight of
my life like i am waiting for something b i g to
happen; and here i am in the light where it is too much
to just close your eyes

when you no longer know what it means to sleep
as if we are nothing but empty silences the universe thought of in a dream
forgetting who you were through measured breaths and the taste
of tomorrow draped over your shut lips

do you ever get this feeling like your insides
have expanded so fast the edges are clinging to the periphery of nothingness
let me know when it's safe to let my feet rest on the floor
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