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And I feel myself drifting apart,
Breathless at last.
Maybe this is what sleep is,
Tranquility and serene bliss.
For now I'll have to wait,
With insomnia as bait.
Peace is not quite far,
Not as far as the milestone star.

A/N:New poem!

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