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I cannot study anymore
I know the games
I know the score
I feel that I
Must sleep instead
To drink the potions
Of the dead

The pomegranate seeds are nice
A perfect flavour
For our device
Down within
The beast I dwell
I’ll sleep my sleep
And wake in hell

My energy has bleeded out
I care not what
This world’s about
Let knowledge flee
It has no balm
I’ll rest instead
In sleep’s warm arms

(c) Helen Valentina 2016