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Insomnia by Syrio Forel
Twisted Nerve
Shrieking lullabies pierce pits behind bleary eyes
Stinking sand grits soft gums
Maddening the tongue, willing words wild
Flicks of reality mar the fog of sleepless seeing
While beings of imagination keep company
But fleeting are their wicked grins
What is the worm crawling under arms flesh?
Gouge him lest he force rest from sanity
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