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Ephemeral Slumber As a soldier weighted with weapons, I trudge day's path drearily. At night I lay down my armaments, And proceed to bed most wearily. But still I fight The darkness of night That threatens A comfortable sleep. Battle the pillows, Assault the sheets, Tossing and turning, Pre-dawn feels like weeks. "See it. Be it," Visualize what this peace might be. When I can't let go of my day's struggles, Night offers no comfort, no solace for me.
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