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Sleep

Sleep...
Sleep...
Why must I be deprived of thee?
Where art thou wondrous dream filled grip?
Thy laced paradox dreams which thy weave within the depths of the cold star lit nights.
I often ponder upon this, Sleep.
I must say I miss thee...




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