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Pencil Dreams
Why do i sprawl out on my bed
comatose and almost dead
hoping for a miracle
that God is in my lead
my head
They inject a pencil in my vein
thinking i'm still insane
hoping for a miracle
that God is in my pain
my name
My covers wrap around my flesh
cocoon and desk
hoping for a miracle
that God is in this test
this mess
i sink into my head
i mean my bed
i mean my lead
hoping for a miracle
hoping God’s not dead
Copyright ©
Benjamin Bartley
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