yoonoos peerbocus - sleep
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2014-11-10
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Torso bed lain, consciousness slain,
Freewill shorn, inward borne
By the wakefulness I trust within,
Though all senses stand still -
Never wondering what is real,
Dream wound or dust woven- me.,
For only to the senseless
Is this sense revealed.
yoonoos peerbocus
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-246/
Freewill shorn, inward borne
By the wakefulness I trust within,
Though all senses stand still -
Never wondering what is real,
Dream wound or dust woven- me.,
For only to the senseless
Is this sense revealed.
yoonoos peerbocus
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-246/
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