Piece of Mind
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1 min readSep 4, 2016
The lights go out,
and I know I’m
Supposed to be dreaming.
But the clockwork starts,
Not once stopping to rest.
And I can feel
the wheels turning,
All the way down
in my chest.
The lights go out,
and I know I’m
Supposed to be dreaming.
But the clockwork starts,
Not once stopping to rest.
And I can feel
the wheels turning,
All the way down
in my chest.