Dear, sweet sleep. I beg of you, please descend upon mine eyes, a silent winged phantom. Harbinger of rest. Scion of sleep. Embrace my mind and body in deepest slumber and lull me into subconscious exploration to deepest chasms and furthest reaches, like the sweet lilting lullaby of a madman, to places my feet could never deliver me. Open my eyes in the aftermath to a new world with the clouds beckoning a new dawn that I may see the world with new eyes.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 09:07:20 +0000
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