The Intermediate Poet
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sleep
Once, I prayed for Sleep to love me,
To stroke my hair and covet me.
Now, he never leaves my side,
No matter where I run or hide,
He finds me out and punishes me accordingly.
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