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Zen Cowboy Poet & Freelance Philosopher

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Neil Meili

SLEEP

String Too Short To Save / tagged Dreams / March 25, 2002 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

SLEEP

I dreamed I had insomnia
and woke to find I wasn’t sleeping

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