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More in Dregs & Other Unreadables insomnia and her pubic hairWretched 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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