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Apr 2014
The fog of sleep
envelops me,
and tries to take
me away.

It slows the
heart,
and closes the
eyes
and releases the
thinking brain.

Unless, of course
you wake before
prescribed.
Then your sleep
becomes nothing more
than a disease that passes
time.
Justin Phipps
Written by
Justin Phipps  Denver
(Denver)   
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