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| INSOMNIA here i sit at dead of night shadows calling from the light voices buzzing never heard scared to hear the spoken word body weary mind alert brain is numb but not yet done longing for the slow release of sleep to come and make its peace the stillness of the night outside belies the turmoil yet undone of the new day not yet begun longing for the blackness there to creep to where i sit and stare and yet as i see daylight break the mind it slowly starts to wake the clarity revealed within allows sweet sleep to wonder in |
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