Saturday, April 30, 2011

Passing out

I sleep, I sleep
alas its true
that I have purged
all thoughts from you -
The night surrenders to the need
to slumber on - to seed the dream -

I cannot keep these eyes so wide
I'd rather sleep and somehow hide -
reality is old for me
I'd rather if you'd only lie -


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