Am I confused
Trying to make sense
The avenue narrows
Now there's a fence
Scattered puzzles
At the pieces I stare
The order illusive
My brain isn't there
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
Drowsy now
I'll have a sleep.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: May 17th, 2024 08:16
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Comments2
Once you awake from that sleep 2781 all wilbe in place again.
Andy
Awake now, It's still puzzling though!
sounds like a good kip is crucial
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