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It’s late, getting late I need to sleep – sleep is good Sleep is short but dark the bed all for myself generating my own warmth My own light of day I’m trying to make it stay But some evenings Not just you but all of it seems to have gone away And I am just the grey fibry Residue of that bitter drink of expectation Alone at the bottom of the glass ‘til the next getaway
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
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It’s late, getting late I need to sleep – sleep is good Sleep is short but dark the bed all for myself generating my own warmth My own light of day I’m trying to make it stay But some evenings Not just you but all of it seems to have gone away And I am just the grey fibry Residue of that bitter drink of expectation Alone at the bottom of the glass ‘til the next getaway
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
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