Tonight, this is as quiet as it's ever going to be:
I will nod off to these keys clacking,
and/or my friend behind these pocket doors,
sliding on his chair, eating dinner at 2.20am.
Peace like resignation, an uneasy truce with sleep,
I barely need it, but if it's your gamble, your chip,
sleep is what I'll take.
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