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Friday 18 July 2008
I am watching you sleep,
disheveled and lost,
as I am lost at the foot of the bed
and the cat feigns sleep,
unconcerned with the dying of cells around her.
I watch the architecture of your bones
beneath the blankets,
darkness has grown tired
and leans against the window
as I watch you sleep.
You shift, and I am tired,
I am so tired of language.
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