SANDMAN

By moonphish

Sat, 23 Jul 2016
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his head shaped like a crescent moon
his eyes, a starry black
he has a cache of secret sand
he carries in a sack
.
he sprinkles it upon you
as you lay there counting sheep
sounds faintly like a music box
that twinkles you to sleep
.
sometimes when you awaken
you may find a little grit
it's said there's sleep left in your eyes
perhaps there is a bit
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