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Sleep
Eventually
In the wee hours
The day ends
And I go in search of slumber
Like a condemned man
My dreams are my prison
Worse than any nightmare
Reminding me of memories
That roam free in my mind
But hold me captive
Dawn approaches
And the visitors leave a barren cell
I breakfast on regret and bitterness
For the fading traces of a life long since past
But not forgotten
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