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Feb 2013
I am having trouble
when my head hits my pillow
the weight pushes me,

Downwards further into
the sunken mattress depressed
throughout the sleep years,

Back in time when rest
came easily and I did not
have to chase dream sheep,

But I lay awake
and fruitlessly search in the
refrigerator.
M W
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M W  A desert
(A desert)   
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