Right
against my chest
Right
out of my chest
T
h u m p. T h u m p. T h u m p.
My
hands are tingly
And
my limbs as heavy
As
my eyelids
thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump
I
can’t tell what is reality
And
what isn’t
All
I know is
That
I want to go to bed
R.R.
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