Rush
Pound blood
Soundwaves ringing
Softer than most hear
Pressured emptiness
Giving out
Breaking down
Too tired to scream
Earth undulates
Vision fogs
Vaguely incomplete
Verge of waking
Hot and terrible
Sleep calls
Beckons
But exhaustion is my mistress
Sleep only embraces
When heart blooms
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