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Feb 2017
Oh melatonin
I cannot sleep without you
whisk me off to dream

The place where thoughts halt
my head has not stopped racing
for twenty-one years
and I doubt it ever will
The Merchant in Samarra
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The Merchant in Samarra  NJ
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