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Rated: E · Poetry · Arts · #2092752
A poem about sleeping
Sleep. I sleep. I slumber. I doze.
In comparison with life as dead of activity.
It sleeps an I-existence totally empty
And glides and quivers a yawning.

Lethargy is too much sound for what I am giving
Is nothing but fear of movement. I sleep
My life erratically.

Lines: 7
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