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Monday, February 14, 2005
talking to myself
you must sleep
but i don't want to
tomorrow you will pay
there's always something to pay
yes there is
now z's must come from your mouth
as if kisses
& dreams must finger you, privately
you're sick, speaking like this
i still don't want to sleep
but you must, you must
i know
how does it feel to be resigned?
it's okay, but how about this:
i'm dreaming right now,
and whem i am old, wrinkled, & dying
with my last heave & my heart's last
thud
i will wake up, at last
you're such a dreamer
i know i am
but the type of dreamer you are,
you dream with your eyes open
now get to sleep
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