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Nov 2010
sleep now, little bee
i may have to stay awake
for thee.

the coals of clouds come
crashing down
shooting stars do not recognize
innocence when they see one.

have we forgotten what it was like
to bury ourselves in
slumber deep?

i have forgotten how it is
to peacefully sleep
-- I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I am awake. (Ernest Hemingway)
Written by
   David Sjolander
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