Sleep


I do sleep. I do dream. I dream of darkness, of pain, of loss. A loss that can not be matched except by Poe and his Lenore for Robert craves his love as I crave mine and dreams do not rest but merely break the will that I fight consciously to maintain. So while you do not sleep, I say good on you for me sleep comes in pangs of love.

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