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Aug 2020
Sleep calls from a distance
I turn; on a bed of yesterday's tears
and tomorrow's dreams.
The weight of their expectations
lies heavy like a nursing baby
on my chest.
I do not want it.
I'm afraid the bed is too small
for the both of us.
chang
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chang  F/underworld
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     Faizel Farzee and Elizabeth J
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