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Sep 2016
Sleep suffers, while writing excels.
Awake but dreaming, nightmarish hells.
I close my eyes to rest a bit,
to find that sleep has robbed my wit.
So ever awake I'll remain,
till dreadful sleep reclaims my brain.
Poem, comments appreciated!
Allen Faust
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Allen Faust
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   naeuta, DivineDao and R Arora
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