O sleep how deprived I am,

What will I have to give?

To have you kissed me to oblivion,

embraced to your endless mystery

so that I may at least have a taste

if not fill of rest that my soul crave,

rendering me unsure in the morn

because I'm all awake at night,

still bereft of the wonders of a deep slumber.

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