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The alarms inside me are silent,

Not a stir, nor an eyelid raised,

Everything sleeps.



What can sleep this long?

Slumber is not this deep.



I know it is forbidden,

And I know that it has gone.



I stirred this evening,

Alone, the moment passed,

I crept and cried,

and realised,

The awakening could never last.



Because the things inside me beg to fall apart.