Untitled (vortex i)

I come awake at night these days
My man sprawled sweetly next to me
Rhythmic breathing
almost lulling me
But in the quiet of night
there's something puling me
Awake, awake

I come awake at night
the cars rush by my country home
Rhythmic roaring
nearly pulling me
In this rush of night
there's something lulling me
Awake, awake

Virginia said
a woman should have a room of one's own
This

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