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Country Towns - Boort
KR (29/08/1988 / London, England)

Country Towns - Boort

Poem By Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

One night sleep two days awake
A third day comes,
But this I can take
Though if this day runs
On the fourth ill brake
Physically and mentally
Ill crumble like cake
Lost in deep thoughts
The real becomes fake
The fake becomes real
Distorted images
So I reached for a pill
I need to get to sleep
Coz I just can’t deal
I’ve lost the feel of time
And all that is real
Living in insomnia
Makes humanity surreal

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waaaw very beautiful.. all i can say is waaaaw