4 hours sleep
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Sleep that seeps to the soul
You challenge the sleep that seeps deep
Weeping, weaving within the blankets
as if Arachne challenged Athena
empty space
is where the looms fall into place
Let's get married. We'll live forever.
Everything will be perfect, and they'll never find the bodies,
Skeletons in our closet; in our crawlspace.
The music is up until 2:00 AM, but what are they going to do?