Six hours to the start of tomorrow
And I lie sleepless.
It's another one of those nights-
Warm, lathered. Like in summer when it gets too sultry to have skin against cotton sheets.
Kept awake by running lists and inconclusive messages,
Sheer frustration struck like caffeine drops.
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I feel like I've missed out on the best of summer.
Days when the sun was a blazing shade of tangerine
I've sat surrounded by bricks and overgrowth.
Now the leaves are starting to turn a brilliant amber
And I want to play.
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