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Jun 2014
You chose a wise hour to try and die
We all were asleep
We wouldn't know about the thing
You did until long after you did it
After the hard stuff was done
After you cried into a glass and
Drank it in one gulp

But you stayed awake all night
Trying to find your own persistence
Instead you found morning light
And I found you with your hands
Inside the box of cereal
Crispy sounds wove around your fingers dancing like spiders legs

Your web is strung tighter than you think and it's time you get some sleep
Jeremyeckl
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Jeremyeckl  New York
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