sleeping wishes

when it starts to hurt, empty and aching
I pray my heart was not
I pray I had not been in such devotion
I pray I had learnt to hide it all
I pray I had not known this pain
I wish

if only wishes could turn into poems
and lose themselves in a sleeping book somewhere
I would turn around
close my eyes
and sleep too

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