haunting question, night and day,
my sandman's barely there, he's missing.
a lone boat at a bay -
a suspicious agreement, a thievy kissing.
can't sleep on any side,
my lobe's heavy on satin pillow.
each thought is a lean-down willow,
am i still your love and pride?
the treasure chest there is up full,
but all i grab from the inside is dusty air.
you rule,
you've got a tool,
you've got a lure for me,
lure and lair.
treasure chest
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