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I didn't feel like talking
God was outside
Pretending to be night
& I was tired
The world was tired with me
We had both been vandalised
Reality puts holes in the mind
I would have slept
But I had used the hole punch
On my wet eyelids
To help prevent my dreams
To watch the stars.
