Sandman’s Aversion…

Mr. Sandman, why’s your aim so bad?

Time passes and here I wait…my eyes are tired and sore.

Her fingers through my hair as I rest my eyes served to brush your dust closer to  its mark..

But now, here I lie.. sleepless and buried to my neck by all the nightmares she was so good at catching..

Maybe your aim will be better tomorrow night..

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