Revelations

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2.
In my sleep, I cry
Because —
My existence will melt
Before these lines are ever read.

4.
These hands are
Sad and unsure and immobile.
They produce Xerox poetry
From a barely functioning woman.

3.
I am so, so, so tired of
Heavy-lid-weak-muscle-Xanax-numb
Kind of dreams.

6.
I am a nigger
Sometimes.

1.
Life flinches, ticks, recharges,
So it goes on and on and on and on.

5.
But!

Nevermind.

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