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It is quiet now,

The stars blink above me as I lay restless.

And still, all I can do is imagine.

Dream of what I should say so no one figures out,

I know very little about how to inhabit this life.

I don’t know how to accept this sleepiness that haunts me,

or the gentle aching deep in my bones.

But it is quiet now,

And the stars only stand watch over me,

offering silent comfort in that distant way of theirs.

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