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Sans sound or light
In the dead of night
Lying miserably conscious, no idea what do do,
Eviscerated by the absence of you
Noticing how the tune of your breath
Carried me always to slumber’s depths
Endlessly awake now, ‘til I join you in death
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J. Otis Haas
Space Case
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