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sleep it away


My bed is safety Cool calm sensual Free of the open world I hate the outside, where blue skys rane What use is it when i can sleep it away No pain no chains or societies dressings Acceptability, plastic and stiff Mindscapes of exotic creativity sprawl out Tangled white sheet Can this be it all? What am i missing beyond these four walls? My phone ,my radio is all i need. My bed Every thing is dead But the droning playfull circus, in my head.
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