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The thoughts run deep,
and when I sleep,
the sad and tortured thoughts,
they creep...
Into my mind,
and then I find,
I cannot help but sob and weep...
And toss and turn,
and then I yearn
for sleep so deep and deep.
Yet I cannot keep
my mind asleep.
For it wakens me
with thoughts that see
into the very soul of me.

~ Tascheleia Marangoni ~