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Somebody has stolen the peace from this room.
At 1:52 a.m. I finally gave up
on trying to coax sleep to lie awake with me
and instead just gave myself over
to thoughts of you
and now my imagination is running amok
like a tangled ball of thread unraveling

I rack my brain for a possible explanation
follow the yarn deep into the labyrinth
of menial chores of the previous day

it was 2:35 p.m. when
after five days of restlessness
I came up to your uncle
and asked him your name
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