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As I'm laying in bed the world weighs me down into a deep sleep. I spend my days walking on water, so my steps never tread too deep. My grave may be shallow, but my soul sinks deeper than six feet. I'm still waiting for your call, it's been three years and six weeks.
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
04:00 in the Morning
As I'm laying in bed the world weighs me down into a deep sleep. I spend my days walking on water, so my steps never tread too deep. My grave may be shallow, but my soul sinks deeper than six feet. I'm still waiting for your call, it's been three years and six weeks.
© 2015 Sebastian Glyn
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
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