A TASTE OF SLEEP

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Dark circles round her hollow eyes

Shadows betray her waking hours

Her mind a hologram of visions

Unwritten thoughts collected here

Across the screen words appear

Making sense but still unclear

Her muse has fallen fast asleep

She labours on alone it seems

The silent dripping of the rain

Outside her window pain

Lull her into gentle rhythm

Forgetting words to be written

With eyelids drooping heavily

Concentration growing weary

The taste of sleep beckoning

She surrenders to her slumbering

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