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Nov 2010
the weight of the curtains is too great
these tired eyes must rest
they have seen too much
they have not yet seen enough
these eyes have been open many long hours
to finally shut and get some rest seems impossible
the lids barely remember each other
they fall
they fall
they fall
atlast peaceful sleep where i can dream
dream these wonderful things that will never come true
Written by
Gregory Villone
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