Sleep

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Sleep

The cold breath

Caresses my warm cheek-

I want to taste her lips

But alas I am too meek.

She does not wait for me—

She waits for no one.

Softly she descends upon me

My frail body does not want to run,

So I let her kiss me softly—

It brings rest,

But it comes

In the form of Death.

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