Sleep, why do you evade my grasp? I lean back in my seat, and wrap a blanket of music that’s just loud enough to fade into the background around me. Yet still you will not come to me. I can but grasp the hem of your silky dress. Maybe it’s because we’ve been estranged of late—are you unfamiliar with me now? Don’t be afraid, and please don’t be jealous of my time. Come back to me. I miss you…
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