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Awaiting Sleep.

-Now I lie upon my bed, a comfort made of stone.
-My mind grows weaker by the moment, I cannot be awake alone.
-And as I close my eyes and fall into my minds darkest state.
-I have one wish, to see you there,forever my soul mate.





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