Counting Sheep.

I’ll come around and pack up my things
When you’re not inLeaving all of our remnants
Stored in the attic as a prelude to this end

I never sought to sleep alone
Being left to my own imaginations ending
Now when I close my eyes –
I just want to:

Count sheep…

Poppy ~xx~
18th November 2014
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