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Dreams cold and wet.

Stares drifting into sleep.

Alone and so upset.

I feel the circuits overhead.

Forgetting I'm even here.

Drifting, again---again---again.

Despair is my mistress.

I whisper her a universe of torment.

Into the machines of sorrow.

Distant, death smiles its content.

Sleep is silent.

In dreams wet and cold.