Poem: Long Day

This paradise is killing me;
this sun it never sets.

I learned to learn, but not to know,
and death is coming soon.

Tomorrow is already here,
but yesterday’s ahead.

Goodnight. I’ll sleep my way through noon.
Goodnight, sleep tight, dear friend.

This paradise is killing me;
it’s eating me alive.

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