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| Clip-art from Microsoft Office |
Sleep
By R. Andrew
The memories that I keep
run rampant, magically, into
stories that were never meant to be.
But when I am asleep,
all problems seem to cease.
All sorrows turn into joy.
The comfort that I find,
slips from me every time whenever
my soul awakes.
The darkness that consumes my rest,
blankets my silhouette.
While I sleep, it is my greatest
escape.
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