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Curtains drawn for darkness
But the flashing blue lights - the staple of the night - address the emergencies
As they play out on my wall.
Whilst I wrap myself tightly amongst the sheets,
Until into sleep I fall.

Pillow Talk

A morning headache
Dulled senses, stiff neck
Your pain visibly shown.
All down to the way you slept,
So no real fault of your own.

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The wind howls above my head,
Safe in the territory of my bed.
Creaks and moans of the pinewood bunks,
But only three days filled are our trunks.
This city is large and beautiful,
But my eyes are heavy, dreams are full.
My companions have gone out to explore,
But I shall now sleep, my apertures sore.