Let through the horrors. Oh, could he recall
The deep sleep and the dreams that used to fall
Around him for the asking. But, somehow,
Something’s amiss ... sleep comes so rarely now.
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Then, like the dog returning to its vomit,
He staggered to the bookcase to renew
Yet once again the taint he had taken from it,
And shuddered as he went. But horror drew
His feet, as joy draws others. There in view