Yes it's called insomnia
Thanks old gal
Fought by text with my butter half
Can't sleep yet all those
20 years not down a drain
Not wasted on our 3 daughters
Going to a lush gray field
All our good piss
Making life greeen pillows for
Our daughters
Why sleep when mind exhumes
Why not Indian leg wrestle
The covers off my shitcan heart all
Eternity like that sleepless
Week I lay poisoned
In the woods nearly 20 years ago
Bit by bit by Love
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