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#WritcoPoemPrompt82
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep,
Now sleep being the cousin to death
It's not as real as it may seem
My spirit floats above my...
At night when I lay in bed,
As I drift towards my sleep,
When the eve becomes shadowy red,
My slumber has begun deep,
Now sleep being the cousin to death
It's not as real as it may seem
My spirit floats above my...
