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Apr 2015
Sleep has made a fiend out of me
  Every night I try to hold out
And in the morning, painfully
  I do what I can to keep the light out

Sleep took the love I had for night
  Sleep, the jealous nagging wife
The only true cure for my plight
  Is the one who threatens my life

Sleep is pulling me below
  It waits down there for me to drown
And when my breathe comes low and slow
  Sleep anoints me with its crown

Sleep takes from me time and energy
But all is forgiven in a dream
H.W.
Dave Slate
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     theunrealist and Mike Essig
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