Sleep

/ andyveilleux

 

A warm haze is stuck in behind my eyes,

my body begs for sleep that won't be granted.

Sleep,
it begs me,
from behind the curtain,
of a distant dream I've yet to have,
sleep.
 
I
w  i    l     l
n    o         t
s   l   e  . .

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