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tired


my head. It bobs.

my eyes, they droop.

my neck bends.

don’t sleep!

my fingers they slow,

my breath it steadies.

my work as my pillow.

don’t sleep!

minutes lag on as hours

hours seems like days

the clock stands still.

don’t sleep!

my muscles relax

my arms slide on the table,

until my head reaches its wood.

I give up. I gave in.

I’m asleep. 

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