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Dec 2017
Into a slumber with head and mind,
Visual displeasure left undefined,
As exhaustion drifted among thee,
Woven webs of absence that continued to see,
Until mind met way with newfound rest,
Upon a bay and sought to ingest,
A restful flume of an entranced potion,
That lingered within and fissured emotion;
Eyes to meet a fateful closure,
Dreams abound the sweetest cynosure -
Before pupil met sight once more,
Shut eye, in absence, fled out the door.
Ever feel so exhausted from lack of sleep that your mind drifts away from focus? You start to drift off halfway asleep, yet still alert and sounds, even loud, suddenly sound further away until your mind forces you back awake, demanding self focus on work.
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Cynical-  17/F/TX
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   CJ Sutherland
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