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The choices lie heavily in your palms,

Rub your back sore.


Sleep, sleep and close your eyes, mind

To all that burns and stings.

Quietness streams into my body and

Pumps and pulses through my veins as

Dreams dance and swirl and sweep it all away.

The time ticks...clocks...counts your happiness and

Is a killjoy come time for wake.

'Til at last it SCREAMS out,

a shrill, cold whine drilling through the silent tranquility.

When can I sleep again?