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Spinning their web. Sleepy thoughts are spiders,  Crawling through my head. They spin their silk of seductive slumber, Into a montage of...

Sleep comes, A silent slithering snake. She whispers gently, “Come with me”. I smile, seduced by her silky voice, The sweet thoughts of...

Your eyes closed, your chest slowly moving with every beat of your breath; Your lips slightly parted as if about to whisper out a tale;...