Night Trials
You drift off into the slumber, not so peaceful I may say,
You beg to differ, only that you are wishing,
Why not, I ask,
You fail to trust people with your meandering,
again I reason you?
And you serve me no retorts.
Well, that is how you were moulded, and your moulders too.
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