My lips are bruised
From kissing no one
A night spent alone
In good company

I could kiss the air
To show thanks
For a love who’s millions away
But that’d just prove the lonely

I could go to sleep
But the questionnaire would remain blank
But I suppose
It’ll remain blank until the morning anyways

I could try to find pleasure
Or peace
But I can’t do that
Not without a sign off

It’s late, voices say
But it’s too early for sleep
Things could be deleted
But the answer comes sooner if I slumber

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