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Nov 2011
Insomnia makes sense
When dreams become illusive
When reality is exclusively
Mine.

For every grain of time
That has passed through my lashes
I regret every closure of my two
Eyes.

Goodnight, sweet dreams.

The sheep are monsters
I can't think
And the thoughts I manage
Consume me.

Goodnight to you,
sweet dreams to me
I have been consumed
But not by sleep.
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   ---, Emma and Shashank Virkud
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