im afraid of sleep. Afraid to count sheep
I'm afraid my amount is cheap
i wont amount to sheet.
the fountain weeps
im constantly washing my steep
body leaning over cause im an old creep
sold cheap, soles weak at my soul's peak in a whole week
a hole leaks
your soul leaks
your clothes reak
flows steep
so sweet
oh me
woefully
flow is or this woe is more of me
for all to see
and we fix it with broken plaster
who can toke it faster
the master in the after
life will see
but not until we d
i. e.
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