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The world sleeps
It passes noise for confusion
Sleep for delusion
Death it still creeps

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Posted on February 28, 2019 by PoeEternalPosted in micropoetry, PoeEternal, poetry, WritingTagged amwriting, apathy, choices, connections, death, desires, doubts, dreams, micropoetry, poem, poems, poet, poetry, rhyme, words.

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