We Don't All Sleep When Night Falls
...because the noise just won't go away.
it hurts to write a poem from my bedroom my desk a sort of sanctuary for sore fingers when there’s no sanctuary for beautiful souls how could more than 20,000 of them be gone how does the earth still turn without springing wells from their sockets in the crust hardly a refuge every source mu…
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