Curled Turned

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With a million layers

between me and the world of waking

it’s your voice

thrums me out of sleep cycling

and turns my ear’s radar on.

 

Come here and let me lift you

out of this pace of misery

and take you to see

if there is any warmth left

in the curled and turned place

where I was resting.

 

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