.
There's a wall of sleep I keep hitting
punching it again and again
hard overhand left
busting my third metacarpal
over
and over
before remembering-
that I'm a haemophiliac
that this wall isn't one of the ones who let you down
and that the wall?
...well, it doesn't give a shit either way.
________________________________
-Peace
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