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waking night

wake night
waiting for the poison
waiting for the poison
to leave my limbs

to let go of the heart
let go of my knees
and my clenched teeth

waiting for the poison
for the fear to subside
for the anger monster
to go away

waiting for my poison
to break me
leave me
in tears

carry me on iron wheels
through the burning rage
and bitter hate to

sorrowland

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