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Nov 2017
restless am i, restless am i
deprived so
jailed by the width of my eyes
restless i am

here it is, it is here
where i lay
above the barren white sheet
restless

am i sweating? am i sweating?
but still my flesh runs cold
on the springs of my spine
am i restless?

down to rest, restless here
the twitch of my thigh
the quake of my breast
i am restless
Written by
Henry Koskoff  16/M
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