Shut my ears tight,drown out the noise,
but they won't let me sleep tonight.
They will echo in my thoughts,
and flow through my veins,
till I turn cold and blue.
Till I am utterly drained,
wasted,scooped out like a hollow avaccado.
But one star shines,at the brink of my window,
Dead and gone,for a billion years,by now.
Too late to pray on it.
Nobody lulls me to sleep.
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