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Jan 2012
The somnambulist son,
to whom dreams come no matter
dusk or dawn
laying in bed awake.
Feeling every tear
on my shoulder shed.
How many have i held?
Tears falling into
skin. Clavicle (for)
acting in retention.
Lachrymal in mention.
Soporific, i cant see it.
Time for the drunks to head home.
Written by
Ken Sheetz
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