One sheep down n counting.
Z's lowering case as their mounting.
In a line n along for the ride falling under.
I feel me slipping further n further.
Dreamers behind the eyes curtains.
Callin out for me that's certain.
Backwards counting numbers tic.
Unwinding time n relaxing wits.
Under the tow of silent night's.
Fading loose with a sliping mind.
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