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Jul 2012
The pillow won’t bite even if you try to fight it
The children all say that I can’t even hide it
Under the bed I sure see what’s above it
The children all say that I can’t even love it

Don’t stay up for me
I don’t know if I left yet

Up in my head I sure know where the key is
The children all say that now I look fearless
Over the rafter is just where my dream is
There is a stich in the fabric that I swore was seamless

Don’t stay up for me
I don’t know where I left it
Paul Rousseau
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