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i wishmy insomniawasn't as presentas it is nowso many dreamsleft undreamtso many thingsleft unkemptwithout sleepis without lifewithout eyesandlackingo..
carry outandcarry inbreathe outandbreathe inthe oxygenthat the morning dustbringsyour eyesare glazed overand have sleep dustsprinkledslightly on your ..
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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