Sleep,
my friend that comes
to steal the day,
the one
who,
begs I give it up
until tomorrow,
when,
Sleep
my intrusive companion
disappears
again,
as if daylight
and time for
daily doings
terrify her
Sleep is only concerned
with
ideas
that go no farther than the mind,
the ones
that
when pieced together later
don't add up to a whole
even though they took as
long as a day to
dream up
Sleep is not my friend,
unless it is night
and I have no choice
but to accept her
entice
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