"You shan't sleep.
Not a wink!",
she says as
she beams,
and beams,
and gleams.
Who is she?
I do not know.
To whom does
she speak to?
I do not know.
Yet, here I lay
watch until she
slips out of sight
to leave me
longing. ... until I am
no more.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
"You shan't sleep.
Not a wink!",
she says as
she beams,
and beams,
and gleams.
Who is she?
I do not know.
To whom does
she speak to?
I do not know.
Yet, here I lay
watch until she
slips out of sight
to leave me
longing. ... until I am
no more.
Feb. 17, 2019
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