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Tired
Tired
I can't sleep
Is it that I am scared to dream
Let my little bubble cloud to spread
Opening the book to the unreal world
Pouring out unneccesary knowledge
I yawn with such ease
My mouth spreads like butter
I stretch like sticky gum
I stare at these cream walls
There suffocating my existence
Crowded I am
But yet still tired
Turn on the charade of a symphony
Riverly flows threw my ear
Lean my face against a pile of soft feathers
Gently i caress myself in a soft sung lullaby
Only to be awakened
To a yellow swirl day
