sleeping -
an excuse to dream.
to close my eyes
and be
without being.
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
Sleep
sleeping -
an excuse to dream.
to close my eyes
and be
without being.