Sleepy Lies Poem by C. Bake Baker

Sleepy Lies



Question me, It never stops
Holy water, soiled drops
Stake me down, highway lines
Luscious smile, can always try

It's the little things, that always kill
Take some more, satisfy your thrill
Sleeply lies, they never stale
Leading my life, deep into hell

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