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Sleep beguiling, calling, reaching, Wondrous imaginings therein reside; Cobwebs stretching, fingers petting If only I could have that precious sleep denied. Where would it take me, race me, free me? Glorious if there within I could abide; caverns hidden, breakers ridden If only I could have that precious sleep denied. What would I find there, be there, do there? Magnificent adventures certainly implied; queens dethroned, spells intoned If only I could but have that precious sleep denied. Instead I stay here, stuck here, caught here, Neither tasting nor seeing those miraculously supplied; sockets rubbing, bed sheets snubbing Longing for that precious sleep denied…
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Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
All-Nighters
Sleep beguiling, calling, reaching, Wondrous imaginings therein reside; Cobwebs stretching, fingers petting If only I could have that precious sleep denied. Where would it take me, race me, free me? Glorious if there within I could abide; caverns hidden, breakers ridden If only I could have that precious sleep denied. What would I find there, be there, do there? Magnificent adventures certainly implied; queens dethroned, spells intoned If only I could but have that precious sleep denied. Instead I stay here, stuck here, caught here, Neither tasting nor seeing those miraculously supplied; sockets rubbing, bed sheets snubbing Longing for that precious sleep denied…
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andrea-hummel
American
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 7:48 PM UTC
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