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You cannot sleep? It will come It's the clock genes Just come over here and lie down with me Close to each other You are so sweet It tied knots in me that are not quite undone yet I was a saviour, an angel not yet used to her body, a child who does know heaven but not yet earth It recurred Anger grew inside me Powerless aversion It recurred And with others I lost my wings A worthless angel
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May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
Angry Angel
You cannot sleep? It will come It's the clock genes Just come over here and lie down with me Close to each other You are so sweet It tied knots in me that are not quite undone yet I was a saviour, an angel not yet used to her body, a child who does know heaven but not yet earth It recurred Anger grew inside me Powerless aversion It recurred And with others I lost my wings A worthless angel
Clock genes: 24-hour rhythm / circadian rhythm (circa-dies = approximately a day) For Maria Godschalk Collection "Bruises"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 3:31 AM UTC
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