i don't normally write poetry. normally.
but i did this one time...this one time last week, i did.
The Neverending
Find slumber, my restless soul.
You carry on like a long hot summer's night.
A neverending
Find ye the silence of sleep,
oh wandering mind.
Drift off to a neverending.
Find peace, oh restless thoughts.
Your freedom awaits
In the neverending
I close my eyes
And fall away
into the neverending.
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