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Sleep instead
I’m almost grown
but I own
a dangerous sort of pain:
In the foot I’ve yet to gain
there’s room enough to hang.
An empty house and empty sobs,
have room enough for what would rob
my family of a wretch.
Then when they’d cry,
the mass would try
to dig me out of bed.
and though I love them toe to head,
I want to sleep instead.
I want to sleep instead.
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