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Sleep
Torso bed lain, consciousness slain,
Freewill shorn, inward borne
By the wakefulness I trust within,
Though all senses stand still -
Never wondering what is real,
Dream wound or dust woven- me.,
For only to the senseless
Is this sense revealed.
poem
by
Yoonoos Peerbocus
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