Trouble, Trouble (3hrs sleep)

Written By Unknown Sender

I still sleep badly but I carry less pain

(Trouble, trouble)

For now, the storm rages elsewhere

And I am left with petrichor

Puddles deep and murky with leaves, dead

(Starless night)

Long dead and mulching in the parking lot

The cloudless sky reflects blankly up at me

Vast and ancient and blue

Unknown Sender
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