insomnia smiled at me today.
her smile is like a cup of hot chocolate, but she's the winter.
i think that makes sense.
"hey, pipper", she said.
my name in her lips sounds beautiful, like a little butterfly flying away.
i'm still in love with her.
i'm still into insomnia.
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insomnia.
Random«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»
