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Sleep Deprived
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Poems | 2006 and beyond Poor in sleep, but rich in dreams -
my eyes stay open for an eternity, it seems.
I'm hung up on insomnia's train...
...damn my "never-stops-running" brain.
And damn you for appearing like the rain,
falling from nowhere and disappearing the same.
But visions pour forth
as shooting stars before my eyes,
and though I am awake,
dreamings run wild.
And how I wish they would materialize...
...within this world,
your apparition could come alive,
and then, just maybe,
I won't be sleep deprived.
