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John Beetle
Poems
Sep 2013
morning mourning
I can’t sleep, it’s four in the morning, and my mind is pouring out
like water out my ear lobe.
passed out clocks,
dooming my
slumped eyes.
Written by
John Beetle
London On
(London On)
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