Insomnia
Let the worn needle down,
gently on the warped disc.
The scratches scrape sweetly,
loosing Leonard's music.
Gravel’s distinct crafted tremor,
teasing words in empty glasses.
Eyes kissing and blushing red,
lips hugging comfortable ashes.
Sleep of the truest rest for him,
syllables and sounds his insignia.
Going to listen this night away,
stay awake and flip off insomnia.
EaS
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