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Sep 2018
over and over
and over again

wrapped tight like
a Birchbark canoe

mute starlight
tapping and scratching
at my window

sleep, that dark
river I seek

night, oh holy
water, sink me

drown me deep
down in the black
mud below you.
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         Timothy, lmnsinner, Francie Lynch, X, hannashe and 55 others
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