Shush my dear,
Your eyes softly said,
Come and rest your weary
head.
Heavy with the the weight of
your dread.
You let it build up into
something you can’t carry.
They gave you a cure,
But results may vary.
Because you are still walking
around so heavy.
Come put your soul to sleep.
Stay silent and don’t make a
peep.
And let the healing come in
your sleep.
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