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Dec 2021
Slow and silent
Soft and calm
It takes my arm

Often instant
Sometimes baited
It's appetite not satiated


Plaguing shadow hanging heavy
Darkened eyes - the token levy

And here now amongst this fog
Moods, interests clag and clog

I yearn for this cousin
Now and Him maybe
We shall see.
A poem about sleep
Written by
James R  Venezia
(Venezia)   
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