Nights of living awakee

The cool breeze outside is perfect to carry away the beads of sweat
I’ve taken all of them out tonight
The powder, the plant, the essence

These should work
It’s the night and slumber is the hope
Please let it come for I can no longer tolerate without

Here this is, this awake, this mind
It has no mercy
It cares not how I feel
Please, can we negotiate?

I’m not good at this
But i have learned
This time, the last, the one before that

No matter what I want,
I will be told
Despite my best efforts
This will be the one giving orders around here.

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