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It's morning, and I'm mourning, the sleep I lost the night before. I watch the light, as it alights, upon my bedroom floor. Never do I care, to take care, of myself anymore. I always alter, what I place on my altar, and I sleep less, forevermore. ******
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
Losing Sleep