Sleep
Coming fast
Like fog
Blurring lines
Between reality
And fantasy
Eyelids
Heavy
Like rocks
Pulling down
Toward Earth
Yawn
A lion's roar
Then sigh
Relaxing
Eyes water
With warmth
A false security
Lulls to sleep
To rest
To dream
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