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Sweet Dreams

A cold sweat forms on my brow As I struggle with it again For it’s the same thing now I just want it all to end Will I gain permission To sleep soundly this night Or will I toss and turn in my derision For these matters I struggle with all my might. © Paul Warren Poetry

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