Little pill

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(Sleepy poetry)

There's no high but I need you

I only take you when I'm tired but not tired enough

My little sandman please bring me a dream

Every night, it's the same old thing

I didn't want to need you

I tried so hard to do it without you

When the room is dark and my body is warm

I feel you take over

Quiet

My little pill

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