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stutter to myself
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whole lotta other stuff At two a.m.
or is it two p.m.
stretched out in bed suddenly awakened,
the burden
of cold space
hung in that place
between your ears
stolen memory
vague
bad dreams
winter rain drops fall on a fuzzy windows before your eyes,
as if rediscovering your legs
after a long ride in an auto.
makes me stutter to myself
aaa nother hhard dday into the light of nnnnight
