He sleeps the slumber of a boy. Tired, utterly worn out. Worn down, exhausted, searching, restorative, sad & true. Rejuvanating,but only for a short while. When he wakes, it will be the same, always the same.The cycle wears him down, grinding on skin and eyes and soul, chafing & rough. His eyelids flicker, impossibly long, delicate lashes resting
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