Here is just some more random short poetry I wrote.
				"Sleep" Seldom sleep in places new, seldom know true sleep. Sleep we see is shallow so, our souls still restless in dreamborn tow. Waking hours we still dream through, most waking hours are spent in woe. We work so hard to open the door, looking for sunset to dream some more.
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