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I count the filaments on my ceiling
pluck my pillow, because it is not correct
I toss and turn in every corner
search for a place where finally is rest
Between my eyelids are feathers
I squeeze them just, they leap up
My body thinks that he is a ghostbuster
Holds Geiger counter on me
It gets one, then it is four, then seven
The light drove out the darkness
I follow the little hand from tick to tack
Thoughts stacking like tetris
i don't get them sorted anymore
My worries do not care, how late it is
the rascals make rude remarks in me
I know everything correct itself
The life is a bowling alley
I cannot stop with the eyewash
I heard the alarm ringing nearby
It gets one, then it is four and then seven
The light drove out the darkness
I follow the little hand from tick to tack
Everything will be alright
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep
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