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Sleep

All of the day's thoughts fade,
eyes close & beathing slows,
release the icequeen facade.

A sheen & sheer curtain comes over me,
eyes close & breathing slows,
cruel & cold I no longer have to be.

These cracks in my personality show,
eyes close & breathing slows,
these lines in my face - they seem to glow.

This body is young but my spirit is old,
eyes close & breathing slows,
aged beyond my peers I fit none of their molds.

This is my escape,
eyes close & breathing slows,
this blanket is my cape.





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