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Mike Bell/ February 9, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Stood, dined,
out-imbued:
Now sink-aligned,
pant-dropped-nude:

My struggle is
In the un-lain bed.
Difficulties arise,
with sleep’s extent.

Can I realise,
All that I desire?
Or will I pass out,
With sleep-drug’s mire?

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