again
racing
pacing
wakes me,
at three
dug deep
you remain
in, under
rapid
pumping
muscle
viscera
veins,
tangled
arteries
cavernous
chambers
emptied,
except
for you
wandering
widow-like
room by room
please
I want
to sleep
need
words
tools
to carve you
out of
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