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Now, I Sleep

Now I sleep.
This is the nightly game of death
played between life and me.
This is sweet
respite from the
waking world, or
some such life-like dream

Of the Unreal Ghosts
that flood
the Unreal city
and float through
hollow streets.
Burrying themselves
beneath the concrete
for fear
of drifting off.

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