Just another bit of a fragment.
Sleep Talker
No words can convey my sorrow
No emotion befit these ragged days
When sleeping on a bus is the only way
To guarantee I won't sleep alone
When the perpetual amber twilight
And the whisper of the populous
Are my greatest comforts
When endless nights of seclusion
Cause dreams of nihilistic narcissism
And somniloquence knows no bounds
—Adrienne McKay 2010
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