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Bedtime
Some produce from sleep deprivation...
Eyelids fall and so do we
from this rope a wishful me,
No ground to touch, no cold hard floor
fully circle, no breaks, so sure.
Or is it warm?
Does it cushion the smash?
Cover sharp corners, prevent the thrash?
Then there's the harness
stopping it all,
Those big icey eyeballs
Keeping you cool
I don't want the harness
I just want the fa...
Monday 17th November 2014 8:13 pm
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