Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
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poem: sleep-cycle still screwed up

Sleep treads softly,
like Summer in bare feet,
and winds about your ankles like a cat:
furry, clawed, and neat.
Untamed it comes and goes
heedless of insomniacs' desires;
beholden to none, and damping
even strongest raging fires.
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