Quietude draped the globe ,in its protective robe,
God hurled potions of tranquility,
Perhaps he conspired to lull his avaricious sapiens to sleep,
To sleep and be rejuvinated,
To breathe for a while, not gasp,
To caress his aching spine,
To soften his limbs and contused skin,
To treat the gaping ab
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