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EVENTHOUGH
Though my eyes are closed
Sleep's comfort is not there
A thousand thoughts swim through my mind
Tangled weaves about my hair
No motion to speak of
A spiralling dullness of ache
Wishing to drift to subconscious continents
Serenity's revival to make
Whilst beating to submission
Perturbing visions and woes
Night holds a friendless place
Where sleep dare not go
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