As the darkness of night time swallowing my sight, I call forth the Sandman. O, Sandman, sprinkle those magic dust in my eyes so I can shut it all out and forget my troubles and worries. I beseech to be overcome by heavy dose of calmness. To be able to dream a dreamless dream, to be swallowed by the emptiness within.
A bliss. Really.
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