A sea of lamps click on and off.
The walls all chant my name in unison.
Helsinki in my pocket.
Tumbleweed tour of planet Earth.
I crack, like an egg.
This is how my fridge sounds:
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
To whom it may concern;
Writing tired may be harmful to one's helth.
Where'd the 'a' go?
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