Ottava Rima #5
And so, I begin to drift off to sleep,
Creating visions of an empty face,
That occasionally prefers to creep
Up at the wrong time and in the wrong place.
This empty face makes me want to weep
About the fact that I can not keep pace.
A life, that nobody else wants to share,
Has finally become too hard to bare.
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