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22 September 2018

Sleepless

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nowhere to rest my head

no cradle for my dreams

I pace the lonely hours

just bursting at the seams


I measure dusk ‘til dawn

and see them back again

I’ve little need for sleep

I have a faulty brain


in the cold grey dawn

I feel as thin as rain

it’s mornings such as these

could drive a soul insane

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