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Dear Ambien
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2011 Sick of half lidded eyes
and the frustrated sighs
not to mention the lies
on this pretty prescription
a clinical description
of the promise that it brings
of its pending blessings
But I snort, smoke and swallow
and still here I wallow
WIDE AWAKE WIDE AWAKE WIDE AWAKE
till the alarm clock
that I'll break
starts it's terrible quake
as it spits out its cries
and I open my eyes-
and at last I will rise
No more tossing
No more turning
No more chasing
what I was yearning...
MORNING
