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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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insomnia and her pubic hair

Wretched sleep! Thy wings elude me.
Beastly in the night, all flight -- ungone
like me gacking up mucus and dreams.

Putrid noxious sleep! Thou doth offend
mine every sense, ability and then
scattershot starward starboard bow
out.

Oh, deadly rotting sleep! I scream of thee
and sing only hymns to thine emptiness
and full despair.

oh Wretched sleep, thy wings
thy holy wings

fly to me so we might love again.
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