The magnolias are restless and it's Monday 3:31 AM, they're the colour of carpet and dusty. Tumbled into the aggravated grass, they wonder how it is possible for me to sleep, with your wild eyes shut like butter and burdock. How it is possible for me to sleep with you here when you are here, or with you gone when you are gone.
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