Trapped night long in a lamp lit room,
pouring over pages in an uncomfortable gloom.
Computer screen glow burns into my eyes
and my thoughts are from my my work.
The side of my hand blackened by ink,
as the night wears on it gets harder to think.
My creativity and inspiration have all but run dry,
and instead now tempting thoughts lurk.
My bed, warm and soft, just a few feet away
and I, its master, now becoming the prey.
Oh how I long for its licentious embrace,
my task and responsibilities I soon shirk.
Regret falls away as my head hits the feathers,
my hopes and decent grades are sure to follow together.
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