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Nov 2018
below my bed,
is another bed.

and while i try to sleep,
my neighbor's bed
is like a city that never sleeps,
bodies bouncing on top of each other,
hotter than the Vegas heat.

i'm trying to sleep.
they are *******.
william robert roy
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william robert roy  23/F
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