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My eyelids start to droop The nicotine wearing off And all i'm left with a a swaying feeling Like i'm on the boat A small boat The small waves Trickle Over The Edge And splash around my feet I slip forwards Into you and then i crash Hard Into sleep Into you Into death I crash Again And Again And Again And soon my eyelids crust over with the little goobers that i wipe from them every morning Waiting for you to wipe it away Until then i'll collect dust
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
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My eyelids start to droop The nicotine wearing off And all i'm left with a a swaying feeling Like i'm on the boat A small boat The small waves Trickle Over The Edge And splash around my feet I slip forwards Into you and then i crash Hard Into sleep Into you Into death I crash Again And Again And Again And soon my eyelids crust over with the little goobers that i wipe from them every morning Waiting for you to wipe it away Until then i'll collect dust
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
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