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I toss and turn, I sleep no more. Yawns widened, my eyes drip the tired cries. Wrists crack, body exhausted from staying still for so long. All the sheep inside my head, could never amount to all of those bottles on the wall. There were days that I learned how to sit still. These days moved fast, yet slow. Time told me to be on his side, so counted all the steps it took me to get into this bed. Death metal blasted from passer-bys on slick roads. Sign reads, "Drive Slow." Shocked to see a shadow, too soon sunken in velour.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
sleeper
I toss and turn, I sleep no more. Yawns widened, my eyes drip the tired cries. Wrists crack, body exhausted from staying still for so long. All the sheep inside my head, could never amount to all of those bottles on the wall. There were days that I learned how to sit still. These days moved fast, yet slow. Time told me to be on his side, so counted all the steps it took me to get into this bed. Death metal blasted from passer-bys on slick roads. Sign reads, "Drive Slow." Shocked to see a shadow, too soon sunken in velour.
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
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