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As you sleep
I woke in the middle of the night
Slurred with illness cold tickling
My throat; my nose red raw. I saw
your body eloquent as a choir
corpse-still your bones were breathing
singing, the chorus chant sighing through you
orchestra woman. My favourite part:
the string section, its high toned rend
tore my heart in two.
A broken up shadow your body
...
Wednesday 26th January 2011 3:40 pm
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