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Nov 2011
I can feel it.
Hazy and slow,
like a snake
at a show.

Smoky,
Creeping,
I can see you Sleep!
I know!

Heavy eyes
and tired limbs,
Dreams you'll keep,
Sleep, dear foe.
Written by
Kathryn Rule
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   K Balachandran
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