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Winnowed into my night a wraith of the morrow.
Not seldom in habit it came to be a bedfellow.
Faithful beauty sleep to the eye, deathblow at nadir.
O how it creeps into my doorless sleep, night raider.
Like death angel against my lips, kissing me pale.
Lips telling the eye of my mind a ghastly tale.
Vale wherein loved ones meet their dire straits.
"Ne'er" said I when asked to bedanger their fates.
Waken I covet to orphan this morrow betimes.
But if I am today how will I time tomorrow never?
And how shall life ever race the death ahead?
Between today and tomorrow lies a lie, it lies in my head.
