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Aug 2013
The sound of my snoring is just as loud
as the roars of every great beast
roaring ecstatically in a chorus of roars

my brother told me
he woke up at 3:00 A.M
and took a trip to our conjoined bathroom
known in the industry
as a jack and jill

but I am Jacob
and he is Jordan

he said that I was snoring
long, loud and violent
thrashing from side to side
like a boat on deadliest catch
like trees during that tornado
wherever that thing was
like someone struggling to live
and breathe
Jacob Sykes
Written by
Jacob Sykes  Ashland, Oregon
(Ashland, Oregon)   
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