Sleep well

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Restless, it’s dressless
A city at night, a bulb ridden temptress
She never stops, breathing
While stopping you from doing the same,
Leaving, an endless show
To run, over your own dreams and mares of the night.

What’s that?
Listen hard,
She’s reaching out a wrinkled hand,
Nudging an unsuspecting car,
And so,
You curse the car alarm yet again.

Sleep well…if you can.

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