An Illustration Of Loneliness Sleepless In New York

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I lay awake at four, staring at the wall

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Counting all the cracks backwards in my best French

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Reminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery

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All about palmistry, I wonder what's in store for me

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I pretend the plaster is the skin on my palms

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And the cracks are representative of what is going on

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I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with death

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I'm thinking of you too

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I lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling

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It's a kind of off-white, maybe it's a cream

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There's oily residue seeping from the kitchen

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It's art-deco necromantic chic, all the dinner plates are kitsch with

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Irish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their necks

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I think I'm hungry, I'm thinking of you too
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I'm thinking of you too
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I'm thinking of you too
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I'm thinking of you too
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I'm thinking of you too