Falling, falling
Then startled, awake
So hard to
Repeatedly take
Tumbling, dropping
As I start to relax
Then this strange malaise
Renews it's attacks
I can find you on wiki or anywhere on line
In dispassionate English, grammar just fine
But no amount of description can compensate
Or make me feel better, wipe clean the slate
Strange-named curse
I despise you so
And when I next close my eyes
You'll be waiting, I know
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