a sound i've heard before
the window fights the breeze
it's nice on nights like these
they say that spring is here
but the crickets outside, i fear,
have forgotten how to chirp.
my sheets are tight and cool
and my body tries to fuel
no pillows, i don't like them
no lights lit, the moon's dim
i nod and doze myself
with a book pulled from the shelf
my sleep is full of whirrrrrr
my words may start to slur
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