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the day breaks and you sweep the shattered pieces off the floor.
has it always been this way? do you not fear evil, kin, or weevil?
tempest-tossed bedsheets, you spent all night turning and turning,
another screw that has come loose, an eye without a socket.
a spaceman with no rocket,
a lock that has no locket,
a crime committed in pouring rain,
no shame, criminal, or blame.

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