Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Sleep

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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Sleep

Fatigue clouds my mind, A wordless, thoughtless fog That robs me of words Phrases and rhymes. I struggle to find Solutions, I toil and slog Through this mire of the absurd To see those places and times Within me that fire and inspire When all that I desire Is sleep. Sign in to see full entry.

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