Hug (edit) 

Here I am, suffering from myself

My mind a ticker tape: tap, tap, 

Stops start and stops stop

Fizzling with strips and strips of dots 

I’ll stretch long over the galaxy

And understand it all

Then roll into sleep,

Marked in sheets and sheets

of stars.

 

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