Exhaustion, it did cover me
like a blanket on a bed
simply, yet completely
My thoughts were obscured
like a figure in the fog
Portentous pickles in jars
Loquacious butterflies, tin bars
The sandman came a knocking
I made no protest to his mocking,
But wink an eye did I
and let myself flutter off to slumber
Of Monsters and Men
Little Talks
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