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I could never get her off of my brain. Off of my rocker I must be Or just awfully insane. I can't pretend that I'm not. I had a dream Where everything was so regular. I saw clearly Felt the warm breeze near me Nearly Lost myself Unfamiliarly in bliss. The sweet kiss Touch of her lips. It felt amiss. So I roll over hoping to slip My hands on her hips -Switch- Back to reality. Gripping the cold side of the pillow. Weeping No willow To shade me from the storm The clouds upon Me. Sleep. My worst enemy. Evil thoughts of good times Erroneous pleasantries. Awake to realize that it was just the deceit. Of my mind and my heart But I'll just blame it all on sleep
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
Pleasant Deceit
I could never get her off of my brain. Off of my rocker I must be Or just awfully insane. I can't pretend that I'm not. I had a dream Where everything was so regular. I saw clearly Felt the warm breeze near me Nearly Lost myself Unfamiliarly in bliss. The sweet kiss Touch of her lips. It felt amiss. So I roll over hoping to slip My hands on her hips -Switch- Back to reality. Gripping the cold side of the pillow. Weeping No willow To shade me from the storm The clouds upon Me. Sleep. My worst enemy. Evil thoughts of good times Erroneous pleasantries. Awake to realize that it was just the deceit. Of my mind and my heart But I'll just blame it all on sleep
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
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