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As I lay here, I feel as if i’m sleeping forever, The fear of sleeping forever, scares me It scares me by the way, I hear voices, Not knowing who it is, Just laying there sleeping The sounds of machines beeping people rushing around weeping ‘He’s gone, she’s gone’ But i’m here just sleeping wondering …
Early Morning Two friends playing with marbles on the dark smooth ground under the soft chin of a tall shimul tree long beyond its bloom. The dust above them chewing the tree like a caterpillar. * They never asked why the sudden thunder of silence flickering in the tin sky wrenching the morning. Komol’s wren-boned …