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Dec 2011
Sleep visited me one night
Her body as cold as sleet
Light seeping from her being



Sleep visited me last night
Woke me, and fell upon me
Her life splayed over mine

Moon and starlight bled
Murdered by dawn's arousal
A discarded corpse of night


Death and dreams called out
In riddles and nightmares
Sleep was not the only one

Who died a death that night.
Joseph Yzrael
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Joseph Yzrael  23/M/Davao City
(23/M/Davao City)   
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