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[aid] => mick
[title] => To Sleep, To Die
[time] => 2004-02-21 17:33:49
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[bodytext] => Strange to think of myself as asleep. Eyes closed, hands clenched to a pillow while visions of young gods run through my mind. My body stops, I can no longer breathe and I have to exit my slumber to remind myself to live. This cycle repeats itself for hours as though my struggle for life were the seasons of the year or the phases of my moon- waxing and waning always. I believe I would sleep better if he were here. He who has not yet a face or a name, for that matter. Yes, I know I could breathe then. I could calm my dreams- my gods in their frenzied orgy. I could sleep again if he were here. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 60 [informant] => Blu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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