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Feb 2013
I wish they would wake me
but they just poke
and pry
at my deteriorating conscious

Just as I wish you would wake me
from my voluntary sleep
and my shifting faith

The only thing that pulls me out of myself
that I have lost almost entirely
is one strangers words to another

It is over and I know it
but when will it end
Amrita Carlson
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