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Good night
Fear and irrationality crawl into bed with me
They tangle their fingers in my hair
Tickle my ribs
And whisper doubts into my ear.

We spoon under the ceiling fan - unbalanced like my thought

While it slices the air and hope

I pull the duvet high under my chin
And touch the misery in my bones

I squeeze my eyes tightly and wait for you to rescue me

But you are far away and you never save me.

 
     
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