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Insomnia

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It is curse, this disease, of never-rest.

Night owls prowl through the darkest corners of my mind.

Sleeplessness haunts my every thought.

Oracles of dreams and nightmares fail to bring me messages.

My eyes betray me with the valleys of

Night beneath my ever-open lashes.

Isolated and tired,

A mere thought of a dream fearfully creeps through my elusive silhouette.





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