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Feb 7
You know
I don’t know
if I’m just tired
of it all
or getting old
or both
my ribs feel
like a prison
for these feelings
I’m feeling
and sleep
is a hangman
who ties
a black cloth
over my eyes
so quiet and soft
like around
about midnight.
Written by
Woody  In the dark woods.
(In the dark woods.)   
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