This is not that poem

If writing poems were as easy
As falling asleep
I would still not be any good at it.
But occasionally the planets would align
To bring the equivalent of that one perfect night
Where your head hits the pillow and bam, lights out.
Tonight is not that night
And this is not that poem
And maybe it will never be that easy
BUT
we go on

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