Eyes gravitate, the lack of sleep forces an inclination to the floor.
Waves cross a vacant moon.
A question looms, an answer improvised
"I'm just tired"
Optical lips pout,
Head sags, sinks, swoops.
Feelings cloaked by a veil of surfeit artifice.
Staring deep into a mental hourglass,
awaiting the baron orbs.
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