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Sleep
Cradle me back to sleep
Fingers at my throat
Make life the way it was,
A long snaking catwalk
No amount of the fifty's jazz
And the sixty's blues can
Do what your fingers did
Preased against my throat
Putting me to sleep
To the blissfull existance between
Two words;
With and Without
Without my sleep I am
Like any common man,
Its shower work eat repeat,
With somehing so sublime to make me question
Why do the waves yearn to return to the soil
Who is to blame, who is just?
And how much longer will I stride
Sleepless and depraved,
A common man
Without your fingers
In my life
