I go over
To your house
And every time
You fall asleep
Maybe it’s me
You’re always waiting
For me to show up
And I’m always watching you sleep
Sleep watcher
I go over
To your house
And every time
You fall asleep
Maybe it’s me
You’re always waiting
For me to show up
And I’m always watching you sleep
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I am a writer, I write ~ I began writing PR0G-PR0SE in 1966 - not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? Poetry does not have to be boring .. .
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