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Feb 2018
"One, two, three..."
White circles hit his hands
"Four five six... seven"
"Seven is 21 milligrams"

More than enough you see,
More than enough for deep sleep

Doesn't he want more though?
More than 4am alarms
More than mid afternoon naps
More than hugging pillows

I know he craves something deeper
Written by
Bridget Owens
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