.My bed is the garden where voices all meet
Hands skim through the water beneath my pillow
Stones like rain wash away the hours
The hands on my clock, sex, wilted flowers
Silent thunder cries me to sleep
Falling from the edge so steep
Silent thunder cries me to sleep
Falling .
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