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Sleepy


I'm sleepy 

I wish someone would carry me to bed 

I remember falling asleep In the car

and waking with a pillow beneath my head

when the world tasted like chocolate milk 

now it tastes like bile instead

I'm sleepy 

I don't want to be awake

'cause these kids used to smell like crayons 

now they smell like weed and other things 

that I wish I never learned how to place

for gods sake

I'm sleepy

 

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