Lady Sleep
Laying, aching for sleep.
Waiting, hurting too deep.
Lady sleep gently wraps her arms around me,
Skin soft as the warm summer breeze.
Painting her delicate face to me,
Burning, instilling permanently.
My perfect reality.
Illuminating the intangible.
Touching the untouchable.
Loving the unlovable.
Making real of the fakes.
But she comes and goes everyday,
a thirst that can never be allayed.
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