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A Gift of Immortality
Sleep,
sleep,
when it is quiet
more active
sleep,
even if i push away,
even if i hug,
beat and twist and pinch,
even if i put it down
by judo bout
digs into my chest
walks through the intestines
from head to toe
tickling
greed and prejudice
another name for immortality,
sleeplessness
i never kicked
people say i kicked it out
gossiping
you are the reason for my existence
i diagnose myself
who has never suffered
by the insomnia
thrash all night with sleep
beautiful, healthy and friendly
a flower that blooms only at midnight
sleeplessness' sleep
if anyone has seen it
with open eyes
i want to make a club.
to you dear
sleep,
when it is quiet
more active
sleep,
even if i push away,
even if i hug,
beat and twist and pinch,
even if i put it down
by judo bout
digs into my chest
walks through the intestines
from head to toe
tickling
greed and prejudice
another name for immortality,
sleeplessness
i never kicked
people say i kicked it out
gossiping
you are the reason for my existence
i diagnose myself
who has never suffered
by the insomnia
thrash all night with sleep
beautiful, healthy and friendly
a flower that blooms only at midnight
sleeplessness' sleep
if anyone has seen it
with open eyes
i want to make a club.
to you dear
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