you lull me into sleep
with stories of the moon
and her make-up.
imaginary women
cooing in caves
and stirring cauldrons
full of lost souls
I'll try and stay asleep
another night as
a stranger in a strange land
without a name
I'd beg to be released
or for relapse
if only there was someone
here with the key
to the locked door
of my waking mind...
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