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Aug 2011
Tick              tock            tick
        tock              ­             tick        
                           tock

Moments         inside
the     room,       time        slows
down.


Muscles                 atrophy
       adenosine*                      floods
               my                     brain.


Tick                          tock                      ­  tick
        tock                          

                               tick        
                                               tock…


The                  air                      conditionin­g                 hums
   a                      lullaby                       and              I
          feel                            numb­.


The                   room          is                      darkening—
       I                    try                 to                      grab                something…


Tick    ­                    
                                      tock                      ­  
                                                              ­       tick

                                                           ­                                            tock.
*a chemical the brain produces to promote sleep.
Brycical
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   Courier Pigeon
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