Falling into a deep slumber
my mind drifts in and out
just like a soilder with a fatal wound
on the beaches of normandy
my mind grasps at the little light left
refusing to let go
my mind begs for black, for thoughtlessness
my body won't let go
it focuses on your image
our memories a random thought
it keeps me awake, keeps the wheels turning
only a few more hours until my door bell rings
and you rest your tired head beside me
talk the night away
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