(chicago 18) kindred by Andrew S Adamssunset red with desire
for sleep. relief.
the sun and i, we are kindred,
we both hope for the stars.
setting in for another restless night.
life is never about sleep anymore
we are both just waiting for
acceptable hours to show our faces-
sunset red, i feel you. and tonight,
i am you. 08/02/2003 Posted on 03/12/2005 Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
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