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The Sleeper
Blanded by common place reality Blind to all the fleeting wonder, A sleeper going through the motions, A wisp, intangible but almost there, © Riala
Lost in everyday responsiblity.
Existences absent of living,
Gestures absent of giving.
Lost thoughts I couldn't begin to ponder.
Knowing in my own sweet memory,
Of how life's supposed to be.
But never, oh never devoid of emotion.
I want much more than my memory,
Lost, waiting for something to awaken me.
Comes floating gracefully through the air.
Somehow, someway thankfully I can see.
I grab hold and am mercifully set free.
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Something for You by Saxy Too Hard to Do by Victoria Trying Again by Anonymous The Canvas by Starman
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