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Slumber
When the morn doth rise its weary head
And bathe the world in pallid light,
I awaken, treading my leaden feet,
Seeking solace in elusive heat
With vacant eyes that mock my slumber
Arrival over the brick and mortar
Through dull corridors of barren thought,
Fragmented, disjointed, where I am brought
Lost in the labyrinth of disillusionment
Estranged from the symphony of life
My voice degrades in whispers
On this flat plane, I'm drained, tired prisoner
© Mr.Baldwinpositive1
And bathe the world in pallid light,
I awaken, treading my leaden feet,
Seeking solace in elusive heat
With vacant eyes that mock my slumber
Arrival over the brick and mortar
Through dull corridors of barren thought,
Fragmented, disjointed, where I am brought
Lost in the labyrinth of disillusionment
Estranged from the symphony of life
My voice degrades in whispers
On this flat plane, I'm drained, tired prisoner
© Mr.Baldwinpositive1
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