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Sleep


With the mad wind howling in my mind,
And the clammy wetness of rain all around,
The noises refuse to stop,
Nature has gone nuts. Dirty.
Sleep is so wary. And damp.
How do people sleep?
That never ending wonder seizes me by the soul.
I guess, you need to be lucky to sleep.

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