Confused

sleep deprevation
is it?
sense deprevation
is it?
Why does life make 
sense only by daylight?
Why do feelings prevail
thoughts at night?
Don't say it..
It can't be said..
If I knew you knew..
It would kill me
To think it would
Make you laugh..
Or make me cry.
shhhh....Pretend
you don't notice.
Leave me this veil
of pretense.

4/10/96

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