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Lack of sleep


I’ve had four to six hours of sleep,

in a span of forty eight.

I’m running on two.

I’m running on three.

 

One moment I’m high,

the next one I’m low.

Just an image from a long time ago

can set me off, bring me down.

 

I start to miss you,

I start to miss us,

I dread going home,

because I feel so alone.

-- By Aurora Faustini

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Auora Faustini

Female. Mixed raced. Lived in 5 different countries. Not British. Not American. Do not live in America, live in London. My profile keeps saying American Poet even if I have tried to change it. I just want constructive feedback on the things I write.

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