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Sleep

an escape for the weak
a blessing to the mind
a dream for me
rest
a virtue of song
a rustle of fur
wide-eyed at me
conscious
a state of being
a sense of undead
something I have lost
thoughts
a footfall of life
a wrinkle in a forehead
a conscience-battle