Oh- this old, torn pillow and I have been through much, it seems the rum in my belly is home softly burning, waiting to warm my lucid dreams patiently waiting to bring me sleep...sleep...sleep... Oh! my tired bones, my cramping feet I let them heal in my autumn-colored sheets and allow my aching back to finally give me peace from my weary throat I moan for sleep...sleep...sleep... ahhh... now to let my head subside into my old, torn pillow another night for I cannot open my sandy eyes... ...each breath I breathe is deep... now is time for sleep...sleep...sleep... under layers of blankets as my mind plays melodies... I'm sleeping... I'm sleeping... I'm asleep...sleep...sleep...
Reason for writing:
I was going to sleep.
Birth sign: Virgo
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