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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gUkhetu9Fs

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Ah,

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The delirium of sleeplessness -

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That slow drawl, 

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The thick, motionless coil

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That pulls against the hands of the clock.

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It that suspends sand,

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Concave in the hourglass;

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It that drags against the muscles,

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Those fragile cords

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Aligned about the lips and mouth.

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How accustomed I am to this - 

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And how similarly ethereal it feels to die.

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They are cousins, 

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You know - 

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Sleep and her companion death.

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Deprivation of the one

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Becomes the waking-dream mimicry of the other.

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It when time slows and limbs disobey command;

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When your heartbeat fills your ears 

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And life's ephemerality wanes

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Amidst the floaters

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In our eyes.

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I am no friend to this feeling

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But its familiarity to me is tighter than it should be.

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How easy it would have been then,

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To slip so soundlessly into the dark - 

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And how hard it is now

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Not to find his cousin when I need to.

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