I smoke the night away,
sleep is supposed to be an escape?
dream, toss or turn?
I come to terms.
I escape again,
... to the moon aways.
Im reluctant to fall to fear,
A tear escapes my ducts
I sfill run from sleep and all that its near.
Racing thoughts and subtle snears,
I smear the slick across the glass,
... choking
I reluctantly pass ...
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