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lids growin heavy

Posted to Action Poetry




wieghted with all the days worries joys lust thoughts and so on and on and on to the bed in the end is where i shall retire - though i know im gonna lay there staring at the cieling wich i wont be able to see- because the lights will be out-mind will shuffle through the long playlist of memories or a plan will be formulated as i drift into dream consciouns state-aware that i am aware that i am aware that i am not what once was aware that i wont be the same tomorrow