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May 2014
My body
is deprived.
a ball and chain weigh down my words
dragging the vowels to the floor where eyes shift during pauses in conversations
My eyes are clouded, goose feathers in my vision.
I need to sleep.
But there's a loose belt in my brain that turns the cogs that lower my garage eyes.
There's something I still want to see before I close my eyes.
I can't seem to find out what it is.
I'll never get rest.
I'm always so tired, so here's a homage to my lack of rest.
Lindee
Written by
Lindee  America
(America)   
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   Jay
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