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Deprivation

Deprivation

Stop my ears with water, stutter
my eyes with pitch. Card my skin
with down, so I cannot weave
your touch. Ban the smell of autumn
the smoke of bitter nights.
I will lie here without sense, stifle reason
with my scattered heartbeat
forestall the instant
expiration.

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