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Dec 2018
The deepest sleep

He had been sleeping deeply
woke up tried to be awake before the sleep
took him into the depth of death.
He struggled to open his eyes, couldn't.
Knew he had to make it, was able
to put one foot on the floor, the coldness
of the floor made him open his eyes.
He inhaled intensely it had been a close call
had he slept five minutes more
It had been too late.
jan oskar hansensapopt
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