Calling on my sleepy senses

Some days have passed unhappily.
A sleepless dream aborted.
Some greetings failed to incite warmth.
A broken smile contorted.

Some stories fell on deafened ears.
A treasure never found.
Some nights have passed unpeacefully.
A dreamless sleep unsound.

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