Sin never sleeps, so they call me an insomniac
my eyeballs are allergic to the lids, blinking
leaves me tearing; like I believe in emotions.
With anger I'm most intimate, one night stand
where the day never comes.
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National Poetry Month - Day 21
Labels: 2010 , 30 poems in 30 days , anger , insomniac , not angry anymore , poem , poetry , sin , sleepless in atlanta
