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Jan 2011
Grinding teeth.
Wide eyes.
Quick speech.
The will to die.

Breathing walls
Diluted with luck.
I need sleep
Before I get stuck
This way.

Travel in circles all over squares
Bodies, water vapor
Some grind themselves
Some grind you.
***** looks?
Simply rolling?

Get in bed.
Close your eyes.
You need to lay down.
Just relax, now.
I can feel my heart
Breaking my ribs
Every beat.

Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
Shower's buzzing!
Water drops are
Droid voice.

Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
SLEEP!
Ryan Bowdish
Written by
Ryan Bowdish  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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