Don't Wake Me Up
You were sick, I was just
The online doctor
Guessing explications
I tried to help,
But can’t really do anything
At all
So smother me in sex
Cut me with the edge of the
Sunset horizon,
So we don’t have to
Think about
Tomorrow.
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