another nice, quiet sleep.
you've robbed me of my one true dream.
another restless struggle, deep
runs the well, of stones that tell
the stories of the watermarks.
so high, but dry.
and the grains of salt you poured in,
show at the bottom.
you've robbed me of my wealth,
my health, my real true self.
you've robbed me of my mind,
my eyes, my thoughts, my life.
but i don't mind,
i look in the sky
and see the baby blue horizon.
every bit of my sense, is certain.
you've robbed me of my heart,
this explains it.
that's the most important part.
you take all these things it seems,
can you take the rest of me?
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