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16-66 (Free verse) by kingit All's asleep
that are deserved
but I lie
open-eyed & rotting
in my mind.
Calling homeward
resting Angels
roosting rogue
in hampered angles
upside-down
sure
certain sleep
I find.
Up the ladder:
Soft Stuff
Down the ladder:
C. Morgenstern: Gentle Songs
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not_a_philosopher @ 205.188.116.139
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