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The Sleep Spell

Seems nowadays i cant sleep until i write a poem A chain of thoughts synchronized My mind finds the ryhmes as it roams Watching kung fu movies for humour The sound effects so terrible Makes my mind chuckle inside Now my slumber starts to feel wearable Counting sheep is also bs But i guess some minds dont require.... As much finesse ? Dont know what to write so what the s Gonna take my self to sleep now And try not to punch myself in the chest Ps. Sweet dreams are made of this XD

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