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chloeblue2ᶜʰˡᵒᵉ/Ιל/ᵉᶰᶠᵖ/ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵈᵉᵖʳᶤᵛᵉᵈ
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I fell asleep writing this poem 3 years ago. The irony of it was enough to keep me from ever finishing.


by chloeblue2

Sleep is where you go when you're locked in by snow.

Or when there is a friendly summer storm. Or even when you're bored.

Sleep is a place of comfort, of warmth, of home.

A place where you can be yourself. Or someone you'd like to be, or pretend to be.

Sleep is a special place where your imagination takes hold.

A place where magic is common and wizards knock on your door. Or even a place where you'd never think you'd go.

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