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Nov 2015
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
Steele
Written by
Steele
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   SJ and GaryFairy
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