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the bed at night is a life raft in the ocean of the dark. i hang my hands over the sides, pray to god knows what. |
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drifting somewhere in the black air, feeling only the blanket and the weight of the mattress. the mistress of the sheets. |
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too many successive nights of being miserable |
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give one the sense to sense the invisible. i know you're in this room but the air is too thick. |
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the bed at night is a life boat, a throne off which you can't be thrown. i hang my hands and feet over the sides and go into the space of what can never be known. |
