tired
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Awake I shiver, The arms of sleep call to me, Its lull soothing soft. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Lids lay half open, Drooped heavy fighting with sleep. A losing battle. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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The clock hand strikes dawn, Morning breaks upon dusk clouds. Birds begin singing. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 