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Nov 2011
sleep.
it comes in a dream
white noise flooding out all sounds
dark.
light.
flip.
turn.
stress.
pace back and forth.
to-and-fro.
in my mind.
bags like bruises rest beneath
the openings of my soul.
sleep where have you gone?
in the tick of the clock?
or the creak of the floor?
preoccupied with the slow breaths of another's nightmare?
come back to me.
i wish to
dream.
sleep.
Elizabeth A Babin
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