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the sleeper of the east

and he is the sleepr of the west,
as in i go when the sun rises
he goes
when the sun sets
 
but i don't go to sleep  
in strang beds
and i don't know
how they even sleep at all
 
a basic human need
pale pink
like my skin
but it's not my shade.
Written by laceyspacey
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