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Sep 2013
My mind is heavy,
My lids are weak,
My body screams
"We must go to sleep"

I rest my head,
On my pillow on my bed
My muscles relax,
My body is lead.

All is done,
My belly is fed
I yawn for good luck,
Into dream land i head.
Written by
Ijaaz
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   Eliza
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