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I lie awake at midnight
listening to the song of crickets,
and to the rambling of my thoughts,
my bedsheets stick to my body,
as I am stifled by the heat.
I get up and pace across the [+]
listening to the song of crickets,
and to the rambling of my thoughts,
my bedsheets stick to my body,
as I am stifled by the heat.
I get up and pace across the [+]