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?