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Mar 2020
Deep sleep.
The things that you do every night.

Breathe deep.
Unconscious until the morning light.

Thoughts creep.
Thinking about what is right.

Things meet.
While the sun and the dark fight.

You keep staring at the ceiling with no sleep.
Written by
Milos Loncar
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