....sleep is my substance.........................................................................
.......................................................................narcolepsy, my narcotic...
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...................................the gates start closing at 11.................................
............................higher functions dropping like dominoes......................
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...........yes, rest embalms my mind in bandages...........................................
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.........................which, waking, I unwrap..............................................
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