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[a_lonely_scribe]

Respite at 3am

it caresses softly, hands trailing
over spent muscles and aching joints;
soft reverberations of lullabies
long since sung of dreams faraway
from nights sandy-eyed, flagging
under cups of lukewarm coffee
flogged by essays and sentence structures
minds clicking at one thirty beats per minute
feeling the echoes of sleep calling with
lewd glances towards the bedspread