Fixer upper

by Stazifer Stazington   Aug 19, 2009


It's not that i don't
appreciate my natural DMT.
but at certain times
sleep is a trivial thing to me.

tonight has been wasted
with too much useless math
wanting to go see you
but i can't choose what to pack.

but when I'm at my weakest state
staring at an empty plate
looking like i haven't REM'd in years.
what's mine is yours to take
when my gizzards start to quake
and i need to buy some oil for my gears;

you stop my fears.

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