A little something about sleep troubles…
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I long to illuminate the gray area
of my mind’s spinning wheels,
to ease the incessant drum,
void of sleep,
in conscience deep,
so moments spill
into a flood of numb,
that I might slumber,
without parade,
peaceful and sweet,
in restful retreat.
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