January 2010
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A Thief Called Sleep
Last night I lay, eyes closed, About to go to bed When the meaning of our dismal lives Took form in my head And for those fine few moments I felt at peace and I said “I must tell the world these thoughts” But fell to sleep instead. And in those moments sleeping My memory misplaced, The single greatest string of words That knew all time and space Robbed of this, By a thief called sleep. Never...