Sleep

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I wake up,

I never sleep

I fill my lungs,

I never breathe

I move my lips,

I never speak

Broken pipes that never leak

I open eyes,

I cannot see

I spire thoughts

I cannot teach

I drip in eighths,

I cannot listen

Tortured souls that cannot glisten

A/N Hey guys this is my first story so i hope you all love

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