If your soul leaks out through your body when you yawn
And every time a camera flashes it takes another piece,
Well my soul is surely gone.
Eaten up by ever sheet rumpled night
And dressed up picture day
Every half remembered midnight stroll,
Every forced family photo.
Then it seems that I am left to nothing
Just thousand days of yearning for more sleep
Left to grow sickly and pale,
Left with reminders of the soul
Now lost to the whirl of time.
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