Surreptitious
Sleep is a lullaby,
Constant as the tide
Upon reaching the end,
A bit of a surprise
She lures you in with a saccharine smile
And puts you to bed with a comforting hand
But no more than two or three minutes from which
You succumb to her song...
You'll be pushed off her cliff.
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