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February 20, 2010

Sleep

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We find it in a foetal curl
Once I've talked you back to bed
From TV's anodynic glow.
It punctuates the darkness left
By day with twitches, turns and sighs,
Marks out two commas on a sheet,
A clause unread by waking eye.
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